Every now and then, we are lucky to get someone in to school to talk to our Young Adults. By and large, it's someone Welsh, someone with a disability, someone Welsh with a disability or an author who hasn't yet achieved mass recognition. Today, we played host to an excellent writer who was entertaining, inspirational, funny and engaging.
He spoke of all the random things that were popping into his head and did so uncensored and unfettered by convention and was all the more entertaining for it. He spoke of his three main ambitions when he was a boy and threw the same question out to our group.
"What are your dreams? Come on. You have to have a dream!"
A tentative hand went up, came down again, but luckily, our speaker had spotted it. He pointed at our very own Tyrone* of Excluded From French Nutters fame.
"Yes, you!" says our not-yet-enormously-famous-but-should-be writer, encouragingly. "What's your dream?"
"Fighting crocodiles!" says Tyrone.
"Excellent answer!" says our writer. "Imaginative! That's what I like to hear! Something a little different. Why do you want to fight crocodiles?"
"Kill 'em and sell their skins and make lots of money and get famous!" says Tyrone.
Ah well.
We tried.
*Still not his real name
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