Tonight in the pub I had a wonderful chat with an older bloke who'd lost his wife to cancer. We bonded over love of prog rock, urban exploration, and all sorts of stuff. Conversation turned to school days and we compared notes. He asked me a couple of times where I went to school.
Eventually I mentioned the school. It's a local boy's school I went to in the 80s. And I was outed again.
He called me 'mate' after that, and I really hoped after so long it wouldn't bother me, but hey.
Onward.