To be, or not to be....

And I used to be so decisive, but now I'm not so sure!

My Gussy is though. He wants to be an Act-tor. Or at least to be involved in theatre. Tonight we went to see the play his wee drama group wrote and performed for their GCSE exam, and by jove....I think he could be!

5 young lads all performing as a team as well as individually, all searching for that elusive A*. I thought they were all pretty good and naturally being biased I felt Gus was the best of his group. Stepping out of his comfort zone, he played a hard-nut chav, bit of a bully. Quite an irony really given his early experiences in school. I'll paint a picture:

Lanky streak of you know what Irish Ginger posh boy living with a name no-one in England can pronounce or spell (Aonghus) defying his dyslexic inheritance with good looks, charm and a twist of humour to avoid conflict and avoid ridicule or worse. His oldest brother battles identical demons with the same tactics and yet Gussy is different, unique. For me, his experiences in his short life fueled his performance bringing credibility and believability to a part I would not have expected him to display any degree of competence. It felt like hunted turned hunter! Not that the examiner will have that insight! Shame.

As for B, inside, her smile reached beyond her ears, but on the outside spent the interval assuring anyone who would listen that he didn't really speak in the tones he had so eloquently delivered on stage. It is one of her delights that the struggle we endured in educating our children had culminated in both her young boys speaking more proper than what we do.

Frankly, I don't mind what mark he gets, I think his performance deserved an A*, and that's good enough for me! So tonight's blip is taken after his performance looking back at the school building from the rugby pitch as the light faded. A school that has in no uncertain terms helped guide Gus towards being the man that he wants to be. We thank St James for that.

As I have always tried to instil in all my children, It matters nought to me what they want to be, but whatever it is they decide to be, I just want them to be the best they can be.