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Chapter 2
The searching begins.

It probably began as a search for the meaning of life and it started in my early teens. I was in one of the Government’s flagship secondary modern schools.
Tulse Hill Comprehensive School. It was a typical sixties style building all glass, oblong, and twelve floors high.
Tulse Hill
It was here that I was first exposed to religion.
Mr. Moon was a good, soft spoken teacher, who wore a brown corduroy jacket with leather patches on the elbows. Religious Education (RE) was probably an afterthought for him as his main subject was Music.
He taught RE as an academic subject without any hint of passion, and as RE was just before a double period of maths, this made it an ideal time to catch up with the previous night’s homework (my ‘street cred’ would have suffered terribly if I had stayed in at night to do it).
Mr. Moon must have thought we were studious bunch as he looked over his class, there we were always furiously scribbling notes (we always kept a spare sheet of paper handy in case he ever left his desk, which he never did.)
We could always rely on the class swats to ask a meaningful question every so often.
I always got a good school report from Mr. Moon but I never felt guilty about it as he was trying made up fairy stories for old people.
Science was where it was at. You could blow up things in science or make incredibly potent stink bombs. Science was cool.
Science teachers were in the real world they knew religion was rubbish because they had all the facts. There were the fossil remains of the Piltdown man, the missing link! The ‘Big Bang’ and Charles Darwin’s book on the ‘Origins of Man’ Yes! Our ancestors were apes, and looking at some of the teachers and fellow pupils you could see this was true! Science teachers had all the facts at their finger tips backed up by modern discoveries. Didn’t they?.............................................. To be continued