As per popular (by popular, I mean Nadine) request, here’s a blog post about yours truly. Okay, stop reaching for that close button, seriously. I’m sure I could make this entertaining somehow…
Okay, now I just feel like a knob.
Now I’ve probably gotten the most awkward bit out of the way. I’ll just, y’know, introduce myself. Hey. I’m Matt. I have managed to stay alive for 17 years, and will be 18 on June 12th. That’s always something to feel positive about.
I’ve lived in Kingsthorpe all my life. The best place on the face of the planet, obviously. These are my sisters – Rachel and Emma. Say hi.
I have… a massive forehead, which if you hadn’t already guessed from the picture above, it’s hereditary. Yeah. We’re all freaks. Apart from I have massive eyebrows too. So I technically win.
I went to Kingsthorpe Grove Lower School. Now that’s the best school ever. Seriously, anyone who went there gets automatic cool points or something. I was the ultra good kid. I was, like, one of the two kids in my class who could actually used one of those RM computer thingys. Okay, slightly nerdy, but hey, it’s a fact about me.
I used to ring the bell for the start and end of the day all round the school, too. Aren’t I cool? 
Then when I turned into Year 5. Kingsthorpe Middle School. Full of really awesome people, who I’m still in contact with now (the same goes with Kingsthorpe Grove, actually, but yeah, they’re mainly via Jack. 
) Mr Wilson lives pretty much opposite me, and Mrs Tebbutt works at NSB, where I am now.
I was the supposed smart kid there, too. Why was that? Good friends. Good times. Good memories. Especially in English with Andy and Harry, if I remember correctly. Just sit back, talk to Mrs T and generally have a laugh. The soap we made was amazing, which was named after a fellow peer – Robinson Square – where there was a gay vicar and, if my memory serves me well, someone had Darth Vader as their dad.
Then we sort of jump ship to Northampton School for Boys. It’s never a good idea to live your adolescence at a boys school. Even the signed shirt I got from Kingsthorpe Middle says "Don’t drop the soap!" in big letters on it. Oh dear.
That’s where I met the awesome people I know today, though the friends I carried through KMS, the ones I made in the lower years, or the ones I made in the sixth form. Or, indeed, the special ones I made reeeeeally recently…
I’m currently doing my Duke of Edinburgh Gold award which, no Nadine, doesn’t make him a paedophile… or whatever we talked about, it means we do lots of stuff. Then we get to meet the dude himself. Hopefully over the age of consent…
Now we get to the here and now. Right now, I’m talking to Nadine, flicking through old memories, and posting for something to amuse her. I hope it worked and, if it didn’t, well, better luck next time.
Awww… you were so cute =P (Damn… I said “were” :p ) The short story of Matt’s life, interesting :p