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Sport 26: Autumn 2001
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Last month Miss Enamel told us to write a composition entitled ‘What I would like to be in the future’. I was not too sure what she meant with ‘future’ but I started with ‘I want to work in a circus’. She must have thought I was determined to walk along with the bearded lady or something…showing my bare hands to the speechless audience as she caressed her combed beard. Right, so she stopped reading after the first line and didn't bother to look at the whole piece. She just phoned my mother straight away and made an appointment to talk to her. ‘The nail situation is obviously affecting your daughter, Ms Brown.’ My mother sat there with her hand on her stomach, sipping tea and looking at her watch. My actual idea was to have a go at walking on the tightrope or doing belly-dancing, even feeding the lions or selling popcorn…anything which allowed me to travel all over the world, but Miss Enamel obviously didn't reach that part of my composition.