I still have my school tie.
I’m unlikely to will wear it again (unless I receive a very belated detention) – even if tied properly it would be far too short and the bottom bit would only sit pointing to the part of my chest which meets the excessive biscuit-eating part of my body. I blame the school tuck shop.
At my Tooting grammar school this was a major part of the uniform.
In our first year we also had to wear the school cap – which, if your journey home took you past the next door comprehensive school (which housed a million pupils), there was an ever-present danger of having it knocked off, nicked or turned into a burning sacrifice – before your very eyes and satchel.
Luckily my journey home took me in the opposite direction, thus allowing me to retain my cap until the end of the year.
We were allowed to leave school ahead of next door to avoid any cap conflagration. I still think 4.10 is time to go home. This happened several times when I first started work and would often walk out of late afternoon business meetings saying I had physics homework to do.
Long trousers (once you’d ignored the chaffing) was a bonus during the winter months; but the tie was the most important adornment to your uniform. It seemed the larger the knot, the greater your standing within the class. These days people wear lapel badges denoting their company; nationality; membership of the Bazooka Club. In 1968 Tooting the tie was the lapel badge and a big knot said: “I have pubic hair”.
I’ve worked from home for nearly a year now and haven’t had to wear a tie, I may put my old school one on, get an iced bun and pretend I’m in the school tuck shop. And wonder if pubic hair turns grey and falls out?