Last night of the Proms

Before big performance kick off I realised wearing a red raincoat is a very easy target for snowball gunners all around the playground - snow & sleet balls in bound from all directions! At least that earned me a very rare coffee in the protected sanctuary of the eagle's nest upstairs (a teachers' room rarely visited by teachers!).

I'm not quite sure of the logistics, but there are two shows for parents to attend - one yesterday, the second & final one today. The Dragon was patrolling corridors menacingly, and the chief smouldering gently backstage. She's very good at delivering the right message in the right key.

Who's watchin ya, baby?!

I am sure (and do not envy) the teachers feel the stress of having such a large audience; it impacts directly on the reputation of the school & recruitment next year > job security etc. Job also a large extent to deliver Kodak moments - home movies, but also for the still photographers who a regularly employed & seem to have a lively trade. I think I would enjoy that sideline myself, although my own philosophy is more towards a shared/creative commons angle.

When I asked, the Chief explained that the skits rotate annually, and that the teachers make/repair/add to the costumes (so I wouldn't be volunteering a new slot either). A lot of work to get through after hours.

Backstage there was the rustle of plastic costumes and bladders, and yet one wise soul licked my neck, another unidentified masochist bit my bum. Luvvies.

After their mega performances, teachers had to doff outfits, don aprons & serve lunch without missing a beat. No time to reflect, take stock or pose for photos. I think as a result the day fizzled out in an anti-climax as the snow gently fell; one of the odd bods engaged in serial licking & groping. I noticed, erm, but what to do with that knowledge?