Didn’t She Do Well?
The radio was on in the cab as I was going to work this morning. It’s GCSE results day and young people were being interviewed about how well they’d done. Several hours later I ticced my own results:
“I have a GCSE in lungs.”
“I have fourteen GCSE’s in crime.”
“I have a GCSE in crisp addiction.”
“I have an A* in botulism.”
“I have a GCSE in mums.”
“I don’t have a GCSE in Christmas.”