The Raineian

THE MAGAZINE OF RAINE'S FOUNDATION SCHOOL

1984 - 1985

RAINE 'S FOUNDATION SCHOOL LONDON

School Year Report Yet another eventful year has gone by. Things have moved very quickly and extremely slowly at times! Probably the most important was the move by the Upper School, from Arbour Square to its new location at Approach Road ending decades of Raineian's presence there. With October came prizegiving with the honoured guest being the ex-Bishop of Stepney, Trevor Huddlestone, who amazed everyone by quoting the Nobel Peace Prize winner as one of his closest friends. The ceremony passed quite uneventfully until Mr. Hudson decided to test the carpet! (Yes, he fell off his chair!) As with any school year there were numerous field and school trips: there was the usual Geology/ Geography Field Trip to the Lake District which proved a most enjoyable break with Mr. Croom letting the group off lightly with the work! Of course there was the, now traditional, Ardesch trip run of course by that handsome physics teacher, Dr. Cioci, er sorry, Mr. Willett. After these trips, there were the Biology field trips to Aberagavenny, the summer school for Geography, again in Aberagavenny and the History trip to Berlin. As ever the teachers in charge must be thanked enormously. There was also the French Trip to Bretigny and a German Trip to Guthenberg. Also this year there were numerous school dramatic productions, such as Oliver, the Lower School panto and the Summer Entertainment; these were extremely enjoyable and we all hope the same standard can be maintained in the future. As always Founder's Day took place in May with the now usual two services. The service was one to be remembered for the Upper School, with the return of Mr. Protheroe to give the sermon. His leaving was a sad occasion for the schooL As with almost every year, we have to say a fond farewell to quite a number of respected and dedicated teachers. These include: Miss Silver, Mrs. Hides, Mrs. Haskell, Miss Cleeve and Mrs. Auerbach whose presence will be sadly missed. We would also like to congratulate Mrs. Auerbach on the birth of her twin boys. Other teachers include Mr. Ducret, Mr. Harris, Mr. Krupa, Mr. Millios and very sadly Miss Balls, Mr. Protheroe, Mr. Perrett and Mr. Spillett. We also welcome the new teachers to the school. Special mention and congratulations must also go to Mr. Hart for becoming Head of History Department and Mr. Crump for becoming a senior teacher. On a much lighter note the School Fete was, as usual, a rousing success providing even more entertainment and pleasure on a glorious day. Many thanks must go to Miss Leach for all her hard work. On the Monday before the end of term the school challenged the staff to a cricket match. Performances by the Headmaster and Mr. Loutan can only be described as inspired! With Mr. Willett giving an unforgettable demonstration of limited overs stroke play (yeh, he went first ball! !) Luckily the pupils remembered their place and the staff victored! Lastly, much earlier in the year there was a staff v school charity volleyball match will always linger in the memory for certain substitutes' aggressive style of play! We can only hope that the forth-coming year will be as eventful and enjoyable as last year!

Oliver Waiter, Matt Daley, Dora Kaimakami, NicoJa Woodford, Sam Wright, Fiona Stewart, Mark Daley, Carl Dowdell, Martin Burton, Terry Webber and Philip Goode, L6C

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The Governors of Raine's Foundation Chairman

Mrs. P. Ben tley, B.A.

(At the time of go ing to print this year, the Governors were in the proc ess of being elected.)

Clerk to the GoveT1wrs Neal Davies

Staff-September 1985 Headmaster

Mr. D. W. E. Thomas M.A., (Cantab)

Deputy Heads Mrs. A. E. Johnson B.A., (Leeds) and Mr. R. C. Reffold M.A., (Oxon)

Head of Lower School Mr. J. Evcrtoll M.A., (Oxon)

Heads of Departments Mr. G. Calvert, (City of Worcester College) (Mathematics)

Dr. A. Cioci, (University of Pisa) (Phys ics)

Mr. E. J. Croom, B.Sc., (London) (Geography/Geology) (Dip. Ed.)

Mrs. J. Field, (Business Studies)

Mr. R. J. Hudson, B.Sc., (London) (Science)

Miss V. G. Jackson, L.R.A .M., (Music)

Mr. S. E. Johnson, B.A., (Warwick) (English)

Mr. R. C. Hart, B.A., (Nottingham), M.A., (London) (History)

Mr. H. Long, Dip. Phys. Ed. (Loughborough) (Physical Education, Boys)

Miss A. M. Lowes, Dip. Phys . Ed. (Chelsea) (Physical Education, Girls)

Miss A. W. Naylor, B.Sc., (London) (Biology)

Mr. M. K. D. Payne, B.A., (London) A.K.C., (Languages)

Mrs. A. E. Pearce, (Dss), B.Sc., B.D., (London) A.K.C., (Religious Studies)

Mr. P. Rhodes (Technical Subjects)

Miss M. E. Robertson, (Borough Road College) (French)

Ms C. Russell, B.A., (Dunelm) (German)

Mrs. B. Thompson (Home Economics)

Mr. R. Thompson, L.R.A.M., L.T.C.L. (Special Needs)

Mr. G. Wesley, N.Dip. A.D., A.T.D. (London) (Art)

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Mrs. M. E. A. Abrahams, B.A., (Bristol) (English and Drama)

Dr. F. Antia (City University) (Mathematics)

Mr. J. J. G. Blundell, A.T.D. (London) (Art)

Miss J . Borland, B.Ed., (East Anglia) (English and Drama)

Mr. T. J. Bye, B.A., (Open University) (English)

Mrs. C. Coleman, (Sports Coach)

Ms Eggieston, B.E., (C.N.A.A.) (Mathematics)

Mrs. J. Field, (Business Studies)

Miss V. Foxley, B.A., (Birmingham) (French and German)

Miss J. Fuller, B.Ed., (City of Bath) (Textiles and Geography)

Mr. R. Glaves, B.Ed., (Southampton) (Physical Education)

Mr. J. S. Graham, B.D., A.K.C., (London) (Religious Studies)

Mrs. K. Grimwood, B.A., (Salford) (Modern Languages)

Miss L. M. R. Grint, B.Sc., (Newcastle) (Chemistry)

Mrs. C. HalIahan, (East Hampstead Park) (Special Needs, English and Drama)

Mr. R. C. Hart, B.A., (Nottingham), M.A., (London) (History)

Mr. B. Jones, B.A., (Lancaster) (History) M.A. (London) Dip. Sec. Ed., (London)

Miss C. Julian, B.Ed., (Shoreditch) (Design and Technology)

Miss C. M. Leach, B.A., (Dunelm) (English and Drama)

L. J. Linnett, B.Sc., (Reading) (Chemistry)

Mr. B. M. J. Major, M.A., (London) (English and Drama)

Mr. S. J. Mason, Dip. Ed. (London) (College of All Saints, Tottenham) (Geography and Religious

Studies) Isabel Miles (Home Economics and Textiles) Mr. R. Philpotts, B.Ed., (Nottingham) (History) Ms P. Pipe, B.Sc., (London) (GeogTaphy) Miss J. B. M. O'Regan, B.Ed., (London) (Physical Education and Science) Mr. G. Willett, B.Sc., (London) (Physics and Computing) N. J. Wilson, B.Sc., (Dunelm) (Geography)

Mr. E. G. Whittaker, B.Sc., (Birmingham) (Physics)

Ms G. Whitney (Textiles)

Heads of Year: Head of first year: Miss Fuller Head of second year: Ms P. Pipe Head of third year: Miss Lowes Head of fourth and fifth year: Mr. Crump (Senior Teacher) Deputy Head of fourth and fifth year: Mrs. Thompson.

Media Resources Offcer: Mr. J. C. J. Fergllson (Dip. West Surrey College of Art and Design) Education Welfare Officer: Mr. A. J. Waters Librarian: Mrs. R. Teteris, A.L.A. School Bursar: Mrs. J. I. Evans

Head Girl - Samantha Wright Head Boy - Tony Vowell Deputy Head Girl - Susan Robinson Deputy Head Boy - Terry Webber

PREFECTS Nicola Barrass, Dora Kaimakami, Fiona Stewart, Nicola Wood ford, Morakinyo Akingbade, Liam Ashby, Martin Burton, Mark Daley, Matthew Daley, Carl Dowdell, Philip Goode, Jonathan Goh, Wayne Malcolm, Oliver Waiter, Daniel Watts.

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Father Clynick Father Clynick, not known by many current pupils at the school, was on the staff of Raine's from 1959 until 1979, at first as a part-time member of the Religious Education department, then, from the 1960s, as Chaplain and eventually head of the R.E. department: throughout this time he was also running the parish of Saint Mary in Cable Street. He had an intense and deep commitment to his life both as parish priest and school master despite his frequently repeated comment, about his involvement with Raine's, that he was "in it but not of it"! In fact, he was very much "of it": his love for the School and for its pupils was long-lasting and profound - though he was frequently acerbic towards his colleagues, as the current writer has good reason to know. In 1979 Father Clynick "retired" from the School though he did not lose his interest "in it": he remained as Vicar of Saint Mary's despite the increasingly obvious fact that the demands made on him in his dual roles as priest and teacher had seriously undermined his health. Finally, after a period of serious illness and pain, Father Clynick died in hospital on 14th March this year. I can picture Peter Clynick in the staff room at Arbour Square. "Spare the rod and spoil the child", he might say with disdain on his face and disapproval in his voice in reply to a mildly liberal view of education expressed by some young - and sometimes not so young - member of staff. And yet he did - on most occasions! - spare the rod but the child was not spoilt, as least by him, so real was his knowledge and understanding of, and concern for, the well-being and best interests of the pupils of the School.

This paradoxical attitude is finely summed up by one of Father Clynick's colleagues, for long Vicar of a neighbouring parish, in the eulogy that was spoken at his Requiem Mass: "What shall we say of Father Peter Clynick? - and after a quarter century of friendship I would not have presumed to call him Peter to his face! He was a lovable combination of contradictions. He had a great affection for the West Country where he was bred and when be began his ministry and combined this with a great love for East London and its people and he has been with us for over 25 years. He was abrasive, obstinate, often pig-headed. He enjoyed a fight for a cause in which he believed .... I said at one of his jubilees that he did not suffer fools gladly and that this characteristic did not endear him to all! There were some who could not look beyond and beneath those sometimes prickly aspects of a complex character .... He has shared your joys .... and you will recall many a happy celebration in the Hall and in your homes - he loved the good things in life. He has shared your sorrows and has been a channel of consolation .... We have much to remember and much for which to be thankful and there is no cause for sadness as a faithful priest passes to his reward .... May he rest in peace and rise in glory." There can be, it seems to me, no better comment than that on Father Clynick's life. Those of us who knew him can count ourselves lucky and be glad. His contribution to the School and to Stepney was rich and, together with his endearing yet sometimes irritating eccentricities, will be long remembered.

R.C.R.

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Certificates (Sullllller 1985) University of London:

Advanced Level: Ceri Batchelder (3), Diane Beves (2), Terry Bryan (2), Ellen Carroll (2), Steven Everton (3), jonathan Fitt (2), Katherine Forest (1), Penny Gardiner (3), lan Graham (2), Robert Howard

Perkins (1), Terence Kavanagh (1), Paul Kloss (2), Grace Lee (3), Sian Lewis (1), Kathryn Nunn (3),

Laurence Page (l),john Rodmell (1), Taalibhusain Shaah (3), Karen Wax ham (2), Karla Young (1).

Ordinary Level:

including Associated Examining Board

Grade A, Band C and Grade 1 C.S.E.:

Tracey Allen (2), Stuart Bailey (l),june Baker (3), Gary Ballard (2), Linda Barker (8), Andrew

Beves (2), Wendy Brisley (5), Margo Cargill (1), Susan Chadwick (4), Nicola Child (2), Verna Coke (1),

Stephen Collins (1), Mark Collyer (1), Tina Colvill (2), Shelley Corsinie (1), Carl Coster (1), Katy

Cox (6), David Crudgington (4), Lisa Cusack (4),jeffrey D'Aguilar (2), Stavros Dafnis (8), Caroline

Davis (2), Sanjiv Dembla (7), Simon Driscoll (3), Samantha Dray (1), Steven Elbaz (1), Rachael

Elu (2),james Everett (3), Omar Faruk (2), Victoria Gardiner (5), Sharon Gladden (l),jonathan

Harvey (4),julia Havard (1), Paul Hayes (l),jennifer Hewitt (7), Celia Holder (1),julie Humphreys (9),

Martin Humphreys (4), Maxine Isaac (1), Wendy Kendall (7), Daniella King (6), Achileas

Kyprianou (1), Philip Lau (1), Kim Lendor (1), Darren Lynch (1), Richard Mahony (5), Doreen

Mann (2), Lisa Mansbridge (1), Nancy Massingham (1), Amanda Munro (1), Christine Naraidoo (iO),

Mark Negus (5), Peter Newson (8), Deborah Newton (4), Leigh Oliver (l),jason Paprocki (4),

Sarah Parkinson (5), Antonio Pereira (2), Angela Perry (2), Dennis Price (2), Benedict Richards (6),

Noeline Rippin (9), Victoria Seabrook (2), Henry Sewell (1), Bryan Small (8), George Spyros (1),

Leeroy Vaughan (9), Theodora Yianni (1).

Certificate of Secondary Education:

Awarded a certificate (grades 2- 5):

Tracey Allen,joanna Anderson, Stuart Bailey, Kate Baker, Gary Ballard, Cecil Bartholomew,

Christine Baynton, Peter Bowler, lan Breed, j ohn Brilly, Wendy Brisley, Donna Brown, Valeric

Cauxte, Margo Carg\ll, Kay Cavanagh, Susan Chadwick, Nicola Child, Verna Coke, Stephen Collins,

Mark CoIlyer, Tina ColviIl, Keith Cornish, Shelley Corsinie, Carl Coster, David Crudgington, Lisa

Cusack,jeffrey D'Aguilar, Andrew Dale, Lisa Davies, Caroline Davis, Lisa Dorney, Simon Driscoll,

Samantha Droy, Ingrid Durant, Steven Elbaz, Darren Ellis, Rachael Elu,james Everett, Omar Faruk,

Lisa Gardner, Tina Gilpin, Sharon Gladden,julie Glasby, Paul Hammond,joanne Harrigan,

jonathan Harvey,julia Havard, Paul Hayes, Celia Holder, Wayne Honeywood, Mark Hopgood,

Martin Humphreys, Alan Husseyan, Maxine Isaac, Derekjohnson, Andreajulian, Richard Kendall,

Razia Khan, Daniella King, Achileas Kyprianou, Philip Lacey, Philip Lau, Kim Lendor,john Levy,

Scott Liston, Darren Lynch, Patricia Maguire, Richard Mahony, Doreen Mann, Lisa Mansbridge,

Nancy Massingham, Barry Meggs, Susan Moth, Amanda Munro, Colin McNeill, Mark Megus, Deborah

Newton, Penny Norman, Leonard Nottage, Leigh Oliver,jason Paprocki, Sarah Parkinson, Fidal

Parson, Edward Patten, Antonio Pereiro, Angela Perry, Kerry Phillips, Dennis Price, Ricky Pryer,

jennifer Regan,james Rehbein,joanna Reynolds, Lee Score, Victoria Seabrook , Henry Sewell,

Stuart Sharkey, Mubarak Sheikh, Nicholas Slade, Angela Smith, Karen Snaith, Deborah Snow,

George Spyros, Denny Tolley, Lisa Tustain, Nazeem Ullah, Karen Watson, Stephen Watts, Cheryl

Williams , Theodora Yianni.

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Prize List 1984-85 FORM PRIZES

lA 1. Darren Small 2. Nicola Peck 3. Kelly White

lE 1. Step hen Parkinson 2. Julie Okpala 3.

IJ

IN 1. Dean O'Neill 2. FionaJames

lR 1. Ranjita Dhital 2. Phu Tien

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3. Micbael Smith 3. David Bryant 2A 1. Tammy Smith

2. Donna Anderson 2E 1. Bola Sogunle

2. Suzanne Archer 2J

3. Kim Causton 3. Monza Rahman 2N 1. Andrea Dooley

2. J ason Hodgkinson 3. Leontis Yianni

2R 1. Nicola Lee 2. Barbara Walsh 3. Owen Groombridge

2S

3A 1. Abigail Wiggins 2. Donna Kilminster

3E 1. Kirstin Berry 2. Marcia Brown

3J

3. Adam Waldron 3. Louise Rivers 3N 1. Andrew Cappaert

2. Kelly Bouvier 3. Stephen Thompson

3R 1. Paula Humphreys 2. Ghanaya Singh 3. Davey J ones 4. Stuart Neill

3S

4A 1. Nicola Gover 2. Christopher Fi tt 3. Tracey Knowles 4. Samantha Venab1es

4E 1. N. Kaur 2. C. Worrow 3.S.Batt

4J

5. Karen Snooks 4N 1. Paul Vano

2. Rachel Kendall 3. Keeley Riding

4R 1. N. Killick 2. D. Lavinier 3. S. Henry

4S

5A 1. Peter Newson 2. Jennifer Hewitt 3.

5AN 1. Samantha Droy 2. Paul Hammond 3. Amanda Munro

5F

5L 1. Julie Humphreys 2. Noelene Rippin 3. Steve Dafnis

5R 1. Omar Faruk 2. Jimmy Everett 3. Karen Watson

5T

4 . . Linda Barker LOWER SIXTH

Sonia J ames, Theresa Harris, Louise McMillan, Debra Baker. SUBJECT PRIZES

Religious Studies Music Senior Kim Lendor Senior I n term edia te Samantha Venables Junior Junior Tamara Smith

Physical Education Art Senior Girl Penny Gardiner Junior Senior Boy Tony Vowell

Dorothy Chunda Home EconomicsJunior Girl Junior Boy John Featherstone Senior

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1. Nicole Russell 2. Paul Bonnici 3. J ohura Begum 1. Tom Bentley 2. Pauline Harris 3. Louise Child 1. Dean Venables 2. Julia Davies 3. J ane Morgan 1. Kelly West 2. Hayley Jones 3. Alison Cusack 1. Tina Lacey 2. J ulie Hopkins 3. David Betbell 1. I. Slaymaker 2.J.Mint 3. A. Young

1. John J ones 2. Step hen Tidman 3.

1. T. Sheikh 2. F. Begum 3. 1. Deborah Newton 2. Andrea J ulien 3. Peter Bowler 1. Richard Mahony 2. Nancy Massingham 3. TraceY.Allen

Margo Cargill Frances Tbompson

Tamara Smitb

Nicola Child

Technical Studies Senior William Richards

UPPER SIXTH Biology Ceri Batchelder Chemistry Penny Gardiner English Diane Beves History Karen Waxham Geology Ellen Carrol!

SPECIAL PRIZES Mangold Prize and Vase Tong Prize Geology Field Studies Haugh Prize (distinction at '0' level) JohnJacobs Prize (distinction at '0' level) Ward Prize (Endeavour) Staff Prize Chairman's Prize Goode Prize Old Raineians' Prize (Services to School) Parents' Association Prize Grier Memorial Prize (Service to School) Taylor Prize (Service to School) The John Carr Cup TheJim Russell Cup Uunior Sci) prize Victor Ludorum Senior

Intermediate Junior

Victor Ludorum Senior In termediate Junior

Vivian Ridewood

Trophies 1984-85 ATHLETIC ACTIVITIES

Athletics Intermediate Butterfield Cup-Winterton Junior Luton Cup-School Standards (5 star) Aldridge Cup-Mann Aggregate Roden Cup-School

Basketball Senior Raineian Lodge Cup-Mann Intermediate Harvey Martin Cup

Foundation Junior Fishberg Cup-School

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Textiles Senior Laura Carter

NatashaJones

Mathematics Taalibhusain Shaah Physics Taalibhusain Shaah Religious Studies Karla Young Geography Paul Kloss Music Richard Green

Penny Gardiner Taalishusain Shaah Terry Webber Christine Naraidoo Leeroy Vaughan John Rodmell Grace Lee Sian Lewis Terry Bryan John Wilson Stephen Everton, Ellen Carroll Katie Nunn Paul Kloss Shabnum UIlah Paula Humphreys Doreen Mann Shenneth Henry Tracey Quartey Morankinyo Akingbade David Julien Lindon WaIIace Sanjiv Dembla, DanieIIa King, J ames Everett

Hockey Senior Munn Cup-Winterton Intermediate Camberley Cup

Winterton Netball

Senior Tyler Trophy-Winterton Intermediate Leach Cup-School Junior Mann Cup-Foundation

Rugby Senior Cadet Cup-Foundation Intermediate Hirtes Cup-Mann Junior J enkins Cup-School

Cross Country Swimming (Boys) Senior Lassman Shield-Winterton

Senior Mansfield Cup-School Intermediate Wilkins Shield-School Intermediate Wareing Cup-School Junior Turnage Trophy- School Junior Home Cup-Winterton Aggregate Manuel Posey Cup

(Girls) School Senior Headmaster's Trophy Table Tennis

Intermediate Winterton

Middle School TrophyMann

Senior Iunior

Foundation Foundation/Winterton

Junior Junior Cup-Mann

Physical Education Boys Adlam Cup-Winterton Girls O.R.A. 250th Anniversary

Cup- School

House Championship Shutt Trophy-School (Final house percentages of total possible points: School 29.2; Winterton 28.8; Mann 22.6; Foundation 19.4). CULTURAL ACTIVITIES

Senior Prose and Verse: Mann Junior Prose and Verse: Mann

Chess Senz"or Clark Cup School Junior Clark Junior Cup School

First Year Harvest Festival Poster Competition Foundation

'School Work lCredits) Dagger Cup School House Championship Dorothy Broughton Trophy School (Final House Percentages: School 32.6; Foundation/Mann 23.5; Winterton 20.4) H.R.K. Broughton Championship Trophy School (Final House Percentages: School 29.9; Winterton 26 .6; Mann 22 .9; Foundation 20.6)

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The Lower School Christmas Panto

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Lower School Christmas Pantomime Our pantomime this year, though traditional in many ways because of the "Goodies" and "Baddies," managed to pack in all the old panto. favourites such as Santa Claus, Cinderella, Aladdin, Puss in Boots, the Giant from Jack and the Beanstalk, Long John Silver and the Snow Queen. The plot revolved round the Snow Queen trying to make the world winter bound; she even wanted to abolish Christmas! - but thanks to the "Goodies" and Santa's Christmas Toys, the wicked plan was foiled. The musical accompaniment was provided by a xylo band and, though the music was familiar, being carols, the words were not exactly the ones we sang in assembly! However the audience seemed to enjoy them and indeed the three-night run was a sell-out success.

Vicky Ansell, 2S John Douglas, 2J

J PIof7~ / David Griffiths 2A

Careers Convention Over forty firms and colleges were represented at the careers convention on March 7th.

The event was well attended by pupils and parents and it was particularly encouraging to see so

many pupils from the third and fourth years.

Many thanks to the Parents' Association and to pupils and staff who helped organise the evening.

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The Careers' Convention

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Conversation As Ber tha the Mini

adm ired th e sight s She saw Trevor th e Renault

fl ashing his light s! "Trevor, my d ear.

What 's the ma tt er with you? You look quit e bo red.

Have you no thing to do? " "Yes, my dear Berth a,

yo ur s tatemen t is tru e. I have nothing to do

as my dr iver is new. "Bro ught out o f th e garage

this morning a t eight And stood all a lo ne, in

the co ld by the gat e. "At a quarter to nine,

My dri ver turn ed up, Started off with a jerk,

and th en with a bump. "\Ve went down the hill

at five mi les an hour , Drove th rough the park

and crushed a nice fl ower. "Oh dear," she said

"Why so la te to brake?" At least I didn't crash

into the lake ! "And now as vou see

It is ge t ti ng' quite la te. And once aga in

I'm by the ga te. "Here I am wa iting [o r my driver.

It was a ll your fa ult! Little lia r! "She sa id it was me who

drove into th e ga te. "She's down at the sta tion

with P.e. Groves , her mate . "At least if she gets put into prison ,

I'll be abl e to sleep la te, no t up early and driven!"

J oanna element s, 4A

Nicholas Peters 4

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The Upper School musical production of " Oliver"

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Music Despite the work involved with the move, a fair amount of music-making has gone on, and now that we are settling in the Approach Road building, where the music facilities are far better than ever before, it is to be hoped that both the instrumental resources and the practising facilities will be used to their best advantage. As it is likely that finance available for the Award scheme, and for the Tower Hamlets String Project, will be drastically reduced, those 11 children holding ILEA intrumeIltal awards must make full use of their talent which gained them an award, and, in particular, be ready and willing to perform at school functions. The Autumn production was "Oliver," which was very successful, and among an excellent cast praise is surely due to Margaret Page (Nancy), Peter Holloway (Oliver),james Doherty (the Artful Dodger), jonathan Goh (Fagin), and to the members of the Funeral Parlour, Samantha Sawyer, Denise Dent, Darren Lee and Tom Millios. The junior summer entertainment was in the form of a Victorian Music Hall, and among various talents coming to light, such as Twirlers and Can-Can dancers as well as the high acting standards of those playing detectives, school-teachers and pupils, and the good and evil of bygone days, mention must be made of Robert Page as a pianist and an orchestra of fifteen, violinists, clarinettists, trumpeters, recorder players, flautist, and last but not least, the euphonium of Thomas Bentley. Individual children and groups have contributed to assemblies in both Upper and Lower Schools, and their contributions must be further encouragcd. Various Upper School wind player combinations have performed at Prize Day, twice at Hackney hospital, and together with a group of good singers, for Carol-singing at Whitechapel Station. The Carol Service at St. Dunstan's was accompanied by j ohn Wilson on the organ, and instrumentalists ranging from I to VI form. At Founder's Day they were again in evidence and for one of the final assemblies in Arbour Square. Since the move, an instrumental concert has been held in the music room, and several of the audience suggested that this should happen more often - so - those who didn't perform at that concert had better practise in readiness for the next! Among those taking instrumental exams this year, both Richard Green and j ohn Wilson passed Grade 8, Richard with merit, and he has also gained a place at the London College of Music for training as a clarinettist, and we wish him success. Those children who have taken part in the ILEA holiday courses have performed in the Queen Elizabeth Hall and the Festival Hall during the year, and in the Summer holidays are going on European Tours - Gemma Martin, Kelly White and Thomas Bentley with the London Schools Steel Orchestra to Denmark, Richard Green with the London Schools Symphonic Band also to Denmark, and Grace Lee with the London Schools Symphony Orchestra to Italy. It is very gratifying to see talent.ed pupils reaching such a high standard and having such a wonderful opportunity and expenence. Thanks must go to the patient peripatetic staff without whom the children would not progress, but it is hoped that all will realise how fortunate they are in having lessons available, and make even greater efforts in the future.

G. jackson

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Old Raineians' Association Inevitably, the past year has been one of nostalgia for many members of the Association as the building where the great majority of them received their secondary education finally closes. I say the majority as at least one member, who was born in 1895, went to the school in the Cannon Street Road premises before the First World War: an indication of the changes that have taken place since then is that he recalls one of his schoolfriends travelling from Dagenham - where he lived on a farm! Perhaps nostalgia has led to an upsurge of interest in the Association for it has certainly been a successful year. Having come close to being disbanded a couple of years ago the ORA is now lively and thriving once again: monthly gatherings are held on the last Thursday in each month (except August and December), a termly Newsletter is produced and distributed to all members, a buffet supper was held at Highgate in November and the A.G.M. in May when a President, other officers and an executive committee were officially elected. Encouragingly, membership has continued to increase steadily and it is particularly pleasing to see that the largest increase has been amongst ex-pupils who have left during the past ten or so years. However, the highlight of the year was undoubtedly the "Farewell to Arbour Square" party held at the school at the end of April. Well over two hundred people attended from a wide range of generations and enjoyed an excellent buffet and social evening, taking the opportunity of renewing contact with fellow pupils and their teachers, some of whom they had not met for many years. The emphasis was on enjoyment but it was also a sad occasion as they visited "the old place" probably for the last time and as they recalled the respect and affection they had come to feel for the School over the years. The committee is currently investigating the possibility of further increasing the Association's activities, including holding a formal dinner celebrating Founder's Day each May and the re-establishment of sports teams, though it is accepted that the latter will not be easy. Even so such teams flourished in the past and there is no reason why they should not do so again! N.B. At the A.G.M. referred to earlier Tony Groves agreed to be responsible for liaison with the

school: if anyone, therefore, wishes to find out more about the Association, please contact him. R.C. R.

Leo Yianni 2N

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Chess Yet again the school entered the United Kingdom Open. King's Head, with only a modest team of 2 grandmasters and 2 highly-graded two-hundreds narrowly won the competition! As for us, well it's better to have lost than to have never tried at all. The school also, as is now traditional, entered The Times national competition. It was an exceptional year in many ways, what with half of our team leaving (who said "Thank God! "?) and a year in which we enjoyed success, reaching the 4th round. In one of the earlier rounds we had drawn a team near Southend_ The whole team piled into the minibus and we set off in a jovial mood with David Murphy giving us the finer points on Ford Capris. We made rapid time with it taking us only 35 minutes to get through the A13 road block! Once past this minor obstacle we powered on to Southend. Suddenly Mr. The Mechanic J ones noticed an acute inadequacy in the perfomance of the minibus ... it stopped! Faced with this problem Mr.Jones took the only course of action possible - he panicked! The next step, after we discovered none of us had a clue what was happening (no, not even David Murphy!) was that Mr. Jones, Gary, Steven, Sanjiv and myself went off to find a telephone leaving behind Karen Waxham and David Murphy - ALONE! After informing the AA relay service (which Mr. J ones assured us we were members of) we returned to find Karen and David talking and smiling! (Need we say any more?) After several mini Olympics and numerous jokes and endless ages the AA came. There was nothing else for it, the minibus was pulled onto the truck and we somehow scrambled into the cab. The funniest thing was that the school wasn't a member of the AA and incurred the call-out fee, which was quite substantial, eh, Mr. Jones? Once home, the match adjourned, the winch of the truck broke down. Faced with this predicament the AA man said, "I think we'd better call the RAC, they're quicker!" On another note, the House Chess this year belongs to School House, who richly deserved their success. (Of course there's no bias!) The chess clubs at both buildings waned in support this year and need more members next season. An unknown quantity descended into the chess club and proved himself a worthy adversary to anybody. We are of course referring to Mr. Mayers whose ability on the board is surpassed only by his good humour. Each year we thank the school secretary without whose vital assistance the chess club might cease to function, and this year is no exception. Lastly everybody would like to thank Mr. Jones for his tremendous effort and good humour in running the chess club so efficiently and enjoyably. Team Members: K. Waxham U6, Gary Trew U6, Steven Everton U6, Terry Webber L6C, David Murphy U6, Henry Sewe1l5R and Sanjiv Dembla 5AL.

Terry Webber, L6C

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Abergavenny v Raine's On a sunny morning in May they emerged, soon to overtake the village of Abergavenny, Wales, in what was to be a most spectacular Biology field-trip. The blue mini-bus roared ferociously and within a few hours (despite Miss Naylor's driving) we arrived at our destination - much to our surprise and relief! Lunch awaited us (yum, yum!) but the preceding lecture was soon to give us indigestion! The safari-clad lecturer raised the following items:

1. NO MIXING IN THE GIRLS' AND BOYS' DORMS. (What does he mean?) 2. NO SMOKING. 3. NO DRINKING. 4. NO WALKING IN WATERPROOFS AND WELLIES INSIDE THE CENTRE. (A rule disob

eyed within the first few hours.) 5. NO SLEEPING. (What, and no mixing as well?)

No sooner had we received our "flare alert" red waterproof trousers and so-called walking boots and rucksacks, than we were off into the depths of Derifach Wood .. . . not realising the dangers that lay ahead of us (dramatic music in the background). Climbing th e hill, we diced with death - but we could handle it! - fearlessly laying our pit-traps in the deep layers of leaf-litter, and puzzling over their whereabouts the next day! After that exhausting expedition and, of course, loads more work in the lab (?!) we retired to our cosy little bedrooms, which had been designated with Welsh names: Penddu, Penbwl and Mwswm (yes , that's what we thought as well!) We awoke to the sound of Miss Grint's shrieks of "Get up, you tenacious little creatures!" A vigorous day of Biology field-work awaited us i .e. going shopping in Swansea! After which we visited a sea-side resort, where we searched in the fog for sea-anemones (rather similar to Miss Naylor first thing in the morning!) Continuing our hard field -work, we decided to investigate the rate of respiration, the effect on the coccyx and the resistance of the bladder to three hours ponytrekking! Dozy Dora being the shortest person there was given a white pony to ride - at least that was the idea! Unfortunately, Dora's pony was not very sociable, and liked to walk off by itself in the opposite direction to everyone else - except when it came to the trotting session when the pony, with Dora hanging on for dear life, decided to take over the lead, which Danny's pony did not appreciate and rolled on his back - with Danny still attached! Our water studies started the next day (no, not the bladder resistanc e again!) Miss Naylor drove with self-confidence (which made up for the lack of confidence of her fellow passengers) with Howie on her lap (I'd ask her about that if I were you, Mr. Hudson.) Thanks to Miss Grint's superb map reading (when she wasn't doing her Noddy impressions) we found our fresh-water pond in the middle of eutrophication (for you non-biologists that means half dead!) The rest of the day was spent trying to find another pond in the midst of a drought-stricken moor! Needless to say, clad in waterproofs and wellies, and carrying nets and other fresh-water equipment up Mount Everest 11 with choruses of "Born Free" and shouts of "Has anybody seen my pond?": we did look rather like fish out of water (JOKE). As another little treat we visited Milfren Mine, otherwise known as the "BIG PIT". (See photo which just about sums it up.) A lecture by the Forest Commission followed, but fortunately, owing to the slave labour the night before in the lab., the environmental conditions of the lecture hall (i.e. warm, dark and snug) soon had us falling into a deep beauty sleep - which Miss Naylor and Miss Grint needed a lot of! Ha, ha!

Our slogging in the lab. was rewarded with a whole lOp token (wow), with which we rushed out and blew the lot on a hot chocolate! The trip finished off with a disco and a visit to the pub (our only

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one, honest). Once again the minibus roared ferociously getting ready to set off on the sad homeward journey. In all seriousness, it was an absolutely FABULOUS FIELD-TRIP, which it would not have been without us! oops, sorry, Miss Naylor and Miss Grint. Once again a thousand thank yous: - thank you, thank you, thank you .. _...... . P.S. Can we go again next year?

Samantha Wright & Dora Kaimakami, L6

Going Down the mine: Wellies and Waterproofs

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Geology/Geography Field Trip to the Lake District Take a page! Sunday morning, 8.00 a.m! The Geology/Geography groups of both the Upper and \ Lower sixth gathered at Arbour Square. Minibuses loaded, pupils eagerly awaiting the off, we c embarked on our eight hour journey to the Lake District. After flashing Mr. Croom for "light" (relief, and a friendly game of space invaders, Mr. Wilson pulled into the Motorway services. We eventually arrived at "Dracula's Castle" near Keswick.

5 The rooms were adequate, but bathing facilities were more than slightly abnormal, e.g. two baths for C three girls and one bath for nine boys. The food was a "grave" cause for concern. Faced with INicola Barrass' "cordon bleu" cooking, most normal healthy people decided to starve! ~ Day to day routine consisted of getting up, work, breakfast, work, going out in the minibus, work, c lunch, yet more work, even more work, dinner, work and finally, very late at night, sleep! ~ One of our first expeditions was a transect of the Derwent Valley (exciting hey?). Our last task 1 that day was to cross the Waterlath River with people using very strange methods of crossing; after e a depth test by Danny Watts, which proved to be just above his commando boots, we decided to use t stepping stones provided by Mr. Croom's river diversion methods. After trespassing through a

efarmer's field, much to the farmer's annoyance and that of the sheep, we made our way to the mini

buses and then home. After manoeuvres directed by the resident member of the S.A.S., dinner, (?) \

and a brief break (!) it was back to the grindstone. (

The week continued on the same note and the same speed, including many "classic examples" of

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various glacial land forms and rock types e.g. baked slate. "Skids" Wilson, showing no fear of 1:4 t slopes (i.e. Honister Pass), or hump-backed bridges at 70 m.p.h, took many people, very quickly, round the country side.

s Thursday proved an eventful day (and night). Carl Dowdell (lacking waterproofs) managed to pilfer ,a pair from his room mate. After rigorous exercises in the mud, moving range-poles and saving Martin's drowning fieldwork book, Carl graciously returned the somewhat muddy waterproofs with s ~ a thank-you note! Philip wasn't amused! There was a lot of friction in the room that night, which 1included the final manoeuvres of the S.A.S. to the local watering hole. On returning they decided eto camouflage the walls and floor of their room?! As a result Mr. Croom ended planned missions for the following night. I

a Final paragraph! The next day saw gloriously beautiful weather with the rain, hail, fog and cold all eadding to the splendour of Thornbon Force Waterfall. After scaling Scales Moor and encountering clouds, at close quartres, we followed Miss J ackson to the clints and grykes. This finished, with Miss Jackson map in hand, being followed by a group of weary, down-trodden, cold and wet trav ( ellers deciding to get lost - going home via a footpath somewhere in Yorkshire. Contrary to Mr. Croom's and Mr. Wilson's beliefs, the majority felt that at one point or another we were hopelessly lost, and only Philip's impersonation of a crucified martyr kept us going. Our last night was spent listening to the "Life of Brian" in an old fashioned Youth Hostel. Dinner was served by the friendly Geordy cook to the cries of, "Eh up, d'you want some more custard?" (Spoken in his native tongue). Volunteers were democratically voted by Mr. Croom for washing up duty, much to the annoyance of N.C.O. Robert Wright. Last paragraph! The next day we headed home, bearing gifts, including Philip's Kendal Mint Cake (all of it), observing the whole of Yorkshire (!) on our way. The final race through London was second only to the race just finished at Aintree. Last line. But seriously we thank Mr. Croom and Mr. Wilson for a great trip and their good humour and tolerance, withou t whom the trip would not have been possible. Special thanks must also be given to Miss J ackson for all her valuable help.

Martin Burton, Carl Dowdell, Philip Goode and Terry Webber, L6C

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Ardeche We all arrived at Arbour Square at 12.30 on August 13th all ready for a fun packed holiday but not quite knowing what was ahead of us. Our first stop was Segries in the South of France. We finally arrived to find a group of smiling instructors waiting for us. (At this point we didn't know they were a bunch of nutters). We were to stay in a wooden house which was in the middle of nowhere. We all thought it was a dump but we didn't realize how good it was going to be. Later we were shown to our rooms and told to change into our swimsuits and shorts: we were to have our first taste of canoeing down the Ardeche river. We all sang on the way and had to climb down a cliff to reach the river. The instructors showed us the basics. Later we all went back to Segries and had dinner and spent the night unpacking and playing cards in the bar. Twenty four miles of canoeing lay ahead of us. The next few days of canoeing was full of sheer enjoyment, singing songs as we were going along and being persuaded by all the teachers to jump in the river off big rocks. Once we were up there, there was no other way to get down, but jump ! One day we stopped to have lunch and Rosie, our group leader, (who was totally mad) told us we were to go into a show cave full of wonderful lights. As we walked into the cave there was complete darkness. We all started to go further and further into mud until it was knee high and realized it was yet another one of their practical jokes. There were screams when everybody felt mud flying at their heads. We all realized that there were instructors lined up along the sides of the pitch black caves throwing mud bombs at us. We came out looking a total state. Soon our STay at Segries was over and we had to move on to the Med. We all promised to write and said goodbye to Rosie, Oral, Norm, Jimmy and all the other mad instructors. We soon arrived at the Med. We all went to our tents and settled in. Here we did Topper-dinghy sailing, swimming, sunbathing, snorkeling and one that proved to be the hardest - wind surfing. Mr. Willett and Mr. J ohnson thought they were brilliant but were not much better than us. We also had a wonderful time here, going to discos everynight, playing soft ball and water sports olympics. One day, Miss Fuller OAF), Mr. Willett, Mr. Johnson andMiss Dempsey had us all standing in the sea in a large circle making stupid signs and repeating puff, puff, boink, boink trying to make us experts at volleyball. Here we also had a lot of practical jokes played on us. On the last day, we had great fun going down the Autoboggan : a huge fifty metre water slide. We all kicked the teachers down it . We also had great water fights and had great fun throwing buckets of cucumber and salad cream over the teachers' heads. Soon our terrific holiday was to come to an end. We all waved goodbye and most of us slept all the way home. (Harry Batt didn't even get up to go to the loo). We all had a great holiday and would like to say thank you to all the teachers who made it possible: Mr. Willett, Miss Fuller, Mr. J ohnson and Miss Dempsey and all the PGL Instructors. It was a great holiday and thoroughly recommended.

KeIly Shipman, 4R, Michelle Coy, 4R and Nicola Gover, 4A

Summer School Entertainment The Summer School entertainment this year was very successful.

This was mainly due to R.E.G. (Raine's Entertainment Group) which came into operation this year.

The entertainment featured a Can-Can, a First Year play, Lil's Twirlers, a Third and Fourth year

Murder Mystery, magic, music from Miss Jackson and her musicians, and stand up comedy.

Many thanks to everyone who helped with the entertainment, both on stage and off.

Thomas Bentley, IS

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The Face \' tThe bus lumbered on slowly through the dead city. Its true red colour was masked by the grime

the town had imposed on it during the long, hot day. It lurched forward and stopped. A lone

figure stepped off pulling his thick grey coat around his neck, in an effort to keep out the biting chill .E

that greeted him.

The street was only half illuminated as the lamp posts, placed at regular intervals along the street,

battled to keep the deathly night from encompassing the whole of the pavement. As he walked past

one of these beacons of unnatural light, he glanced across at one of the many shop windows that

lined the now deserted street.

He gasped suddenly. There, looking back at him from the window, was a ghastly face. It was

unnaturally elongated without any sign of hair. The lips were white, as though the blood had been

drained from them. But in the instant that he saw it the thing that disturbed him was the eyes.

They were dark and forbidding, set deeply in the pale yellow face. They seemed completely void

of emotion, of compassion or warmth.

The man staggered back and then a blind terror seized him. He broke out into a wild run in an

attempt to escape the hideous face. He looked back at the shop windows and, to his utter terror, he

saw the face gliding effortlessly, keeping parallel with him. He entered down a side turning and

almost fell into a small late night cafe. It was warm and inviting and the myriad of smells that greeted

him immediately suppressed his terror. He walked feebly up to the counter.

A few minutes later he was sitting at a corner table sipping a boiling hot cup of tea. He felt foolish

and embarrassed. He must have imagined the whole thing. The face could not possibly exist. He

was tired and overworked. The pressures of the week had finally caught up with him.

He relaxed and look up at an ornate mirror that hung crookedly on the opposite wall.

Then his innermost terrors sprang to the surface as he saw staring back at him with those

dark and evil eyes: the face.

The panic and terror that had gripped him in the street attacked him again with such intense ferocity

that he could hardly breathe. He sprang up and ran out of the shop, knocking over tables and chairs

in the attempt to escape the insanity that waited for him in the mirror.

His mind was a blur. All he could focus on were those dark eyes that burnt in his mind causing an

unimaginable terror to cut through his side like a hot knife being turned in his stomach. But the

terror he fclt overwhelmed the pain and he kept on running wildly. The air burned his dry throat.

But he had to keep on running: he had to escape the nightmare that engulfed him.

Instinctively he ran towards his home. He reached the familiar door with its dry cracked paint,

he fumbled for his keys as his hand shook uncontrollably. With a conscious effort he pushed the

key into the lock and fell through the doorway into his home. He kicked the door shut in an

attempt to keep out the night. The warmth and relief that met him made him weep for joy. He was

safe.

He walked unsteadily into the living room - the warm glow of the fire welcomed and surrounded

him. He poured out a drink and quickly gulped it down. Its warmth trickled down his throat,

bringing his dead body back to life. After another he had stopped shaking and his senses returned

to him.

He felt sticky and uncomfortable because of the sweat that had poured out through his pores in his

skin.

He walked into the bathroom and turned on the taps. Immediately a warm flow of water gushed

from the taps. He undressed quickly and eased himself into the welcoming water.

As the ripples of the warm and soothing water settled he saw his image form. The figure became

clearer and as his brain registered his reflection his life-giving heart stopped beating. For in the

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waters, looking back at him, was a face. It was unnaturally elongated. The lips were white, as thought the blood had been drained from them. But the worst thing about the face were the eyes. Those dark unfeeling eyes that had tormented him so. But they could torment him no more, as his body slipped slowly into the water, void of life.

Peter Newson, SAL

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Summer It was hot. Granny sat heavily on the straining deck chair, limbs flung out wide, contentment written all over her pink shiny face. My mother was in agonising heaven. Scarlet and perspiring, billowing out of her faded blue bikini, she lay greasy with creams and oils, on a small crumpled towel. She dreamed of the time, two weeks ahead, when she would be a smooth coffee brown all over, and friends would admire her colour. My father dozed with a riduculous white hat perched on his head, his toes like fat grilled sausages, and nose peeling like a new strawberry. I lay on my stomach quietly taking in the scene around me. The July heat hung still and breathy as sleep. My bare back was tingling and itchy. The smooth endless ribbon of sand was dotted with lazy bare bodies lying flat out, colourful tilting umbrellas and crumbling sand castles. A stiff swaying procession of old ladies clad in pastel summer suits made their way past us up to the promenade: new hats moist with sweat, eyes tiny and squinting and swollen ankles wrapped in brown nylon folds. Some gripped on to one another, their bony hands thinly hidden by wrinkled skin, clasping with sad desperation. Slowly they manoeuvred up the sand and reached the top as a gentle smile pulled across their faces to show an excitement unable to escape through other parts of their old bodies. Behind them the sea lay low and shimmering. Bare, brown children were screaming and splashing, pulling white frills from blue shallows in pure delight. Further out lone figures were almost enveloped in the deep blueness; their heads and arms alone were visible, their flesh in stark contrast to the sharp colour of the water. Presently my dad moved, like a dozy tortoise emerging from its shell. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up and pulled down the crumpled cotton hat onto his head before reaching for the picnic basket. Slowly Granny and Mum came to life as they heard the rustle of bags. We all munched on the sandwiches: the bread moist with the melted butter, the cheese soft and yellow inside. The apples were crisp and delicious and sunny, as though we were eating summer itself. The lemonade was cool and refreshing from the thermos as it wet our parched throats. No-one said much, we were quiet from pure happiness, and the sun beamed down and a gentle breeze cooled our perspiration. The four of us sat there warm and at peace: Granny wrinkled and raw; Mum pink as a lobster and encrusted with golden grains but blissfully happy; Dad squinting and bloated and me still and quiet \n c(mtentment. After lunch, sleep hung heavy in the air: the heat washed over us, lulling us gently into a calm sleep, as our flesh roasted and waves caressed the golden smoothness.

Jenny Hewitt, 5AL

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The F amily Outing Packed and ready,

Off we went, Money in my pocket

Waiting to be spent All in the car,

Mum, Dad, big brother and I I've waited all year

for our ho liday by the sea "Hip, Hip, Horray!"

We were all shou ting, At last we're all goi ng

on our family outing. J ayne Peters, 2R

Mark McKenzie lR

The Family Outing All the leaves fall off the trees

Winter comes very quick

all I do is cough, cough and sneeze

and rub my nose with Vick.

We are go ing to Tonbridge in Kent

for a night, we were pitching our tent

Tom drops a peg on baby John's head

So to his sleeping bag Tom was sent

That baby is driving me mad!

he did a big whoopsy on dad,

he's changing his nappy, he's not very happy,

All this makes me quite sad!

Mark Canner, 2R

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Rume Miah 2J

Sometimes they come back He sat, silently, in the living room. People walked past his window: young lovers leaving the cinema, old couples leaving the park, and he hated them all. His house stood on the edge of town, white board gleaming in the moonlight. The night was hot and the silence seemed to buzz in his ears and it irritated him. He knew that tomorrow's hangover was going to be a bummer, but at that moment he didn't really care. He was staring at the television, waiting impatiently for Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers to come tap-dancing out of the screen. He remembered last time it had happened, almost six months G ago, three months after his wife died. He quickly pushed that memory away. He rose slowly to his feet and staggered over to the drinks cabinet. Shaking hands grabbed the nearest bottle of Scotch and sighing he made his way back to the chair.

nMemories of his wife clawed at his mind and he groaned; this was, unfortunately, one of the side effects of his attempts at getting smashed. He thought of her smile, her hair, her eyes and her cool a white hands. And he thought of the crash. The yellow lorry pulling out, the screech of his bike brakes on the wet road. He felt sick, but he couldn't stop the memories. He thought of standing \ \ up and looking at the lorry and the shoe, her shoe lying on the floor, filled with . ... He was walking

" forward and the lorry driver was telling him not to look, but he had and he passed out.

He slowly poured himself another drink and in two gulps the glass was empty. He wanted the man

to come; when he came everything was all right. He would step out of the wall and they wo uld

talk and the man would tell him to carry on drinking and his problems would be solved.

He had lost his job a week ago; what's the good of a draughtsman whose hands are always shaking?

Mr. Montrose had been quite nice about it. He had mentioned his 'little problem' and said that if

he solved it he could get his job back. Well damn him and his lousy job. He could do without.

He threw the glass hard at the wall and the sound of breaking glass permeated the house. Rivulets of

Scotch ran down the wall, making a kaleidoscipe of patterns and colours as the moonlight

reflected off them.

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He groaned and slumped deeper into his chair, his hands fell limp over the sides of his.chair, one toppling the bottle of Scotch at his side. It gurgled merrily, spilling its contents onto the floor. He looked glumly down at the widening wet patch which crept relentlessly accross the carpet. He got up as quickly as he could and stumbled out of the room towards the stairs. He took-the first step and then stopped. She was standing there at the top of the stairs. She shimmered in the moonlight, her long dress hanging on her slight frame and her loose hair cascading down her shoulders. She smiled at him like the time when they first met. She was looking down at him then as he fumbled to pick her books up after he had knocked them from her hands. 'Come on up, John,' she said; she turned like a sigh of wind into the bedroom. He look incredulously at the space where she had stood. He really must be far gone, he thought. He laughed a little. He was feeling slightly scared and needed something to break the silence. He walked slowly upstairs and by the time he reached the top he'd convinced himself that it was the drink. He turned towards the bed and when she saw him she patted the bed by her side. 'You know why I've come,' she whispered softly. He nodded. He knew why she had come. She had always cared about him and now, somehow, she had returned to help him. 'You've got to stop drinking and get yourself in shape.' She moved closer and wrapped an arm around him. 'There'll be others.' He felt ashamed and he wanted to cry, he could feel the tears in his eyes, but she tightened her grip on him and the tears seemed to melt away. 'Tomorrow you'll go back to Mr. Montrose and ask for your job back. He'll think of the ten years you've put in and he'll give it to you.' Her voice was hypnotic and he believed her. 'I love you,' he croaked. '1 know,' she replied and moved her face closer to his. He did the same and they kissed lightly. 'Now go to sleep,' she said. He lay back on the bed and suddenly felt more tired than he had done in his whole life. He closed his eyes feeling like a small child under her gaze and fell into a dreamless sleep. Sunlight shone onto his eyes and he quickly sat up. The sun was crawling its slow way into the early morning sky. Was it a dream? No. He could still smell the aroma of her perfume. He knew she had been there. He trotted downstairs and grabbed a cloth and some detergent from the kitchen. He went into the living room and to his amazement the smell of Scotch made him feel sick. He cleared the glass up off the floor and scrubbed the wall down making sure that every last drop of tacky Scotch was gone. He poured detergent onto the carpet and let it soak into the still damp puddle that lay there. His eye caught the drinks cabinet and he almost snarled. He moved quickly over to it. In one movement he gathered all the bottles up and nearly ran into the backyard. He kicked the top of the bin off, not caring about the noise, and unceremoniously dumped the bottles in. He felt suddenly good, very good. He turned and squinted into the early sunlight and let the warmth wash over him. "Today", he said to himself, "is going to be a good day."

Phi lip Goode, L6

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Berlin Trip In October, fifteen people decided they had no school work or anything else to do and went to Berlin for a week. The first indication of the different political positions we were to encounter was at the East-West Border; it seemed strange to sec the barbed wire, the guard dogs and the armed soldiers, although it was comparable with the precautions used by the staff in the canteen. Our next stop was the youth hostel at Wannsee which seemed like a 4-star hotel (or the new sixth form centre)_ Those in the party with normal, healthy appetites, which couldn't be satisfied with the nourishment provided, went either to the sausage stand (Mr. Hart) or to McDonalds. The days entailed many enjoyable walks and sightseeing and for all those with a camera, rapid picture-taking! For example, one tnp was to see the Berlin wall, a sight which all of us will never forget, with the many graves at the wall providing us with a constant reminder about the situation there. At night we sampled some German hospitality and culture .... which tasted very nice! At the discos,

which cost an arm and a leg for a glass of water, Mr. Hart displayed his fantastic ability for attracting

people of the female persuasion (and what did he persuade them to do? .... ahem!).

One of the trips everybody was looking forward to was the trip to East Berlin. When crossing from

West to East it was compulsory to exchange 25 marks for 25 East German marks which had to be

spent in East Berlin. Great, we thought, we could go on a spending spree and not feel guilty; however,

there was a catch! The catch was there was absolutely nothing to spend your money on! You were

okay if you wanted to purchase Siberian Salt Mine Boots or anabolic steriods or extravagantly priced

chocolate mousses but if none of them appealed you were stuck especially With no sausage stands

(last time, Mr. Hart, honest). The last two hours were free and everybody was to meet back at 6 p.m.

However, one girl, who shall remain nameless (but who will never be forgotten) decided to go back

to West Berlin without telling anyone.

Well, at 8.30 p.m. we decided something was wrong and when reconnaissance missions discovered

nothing Herr Rodmell and Fraulein Nunn decided to inform the German authorities and the British

Embassy that one of our girls was missing! Eventually, fearing the worst - that she had defected to

a more interesting country, we went home only to find .... inside the Youth Hostel was the girl.

With all this boredom we decided to visit the local landmark; it was a nice pub and happened to have

a chess set, which of course Mr. Jones, Gary and myself couldn't resist.

But th ere was more to the trip than just sheer enjoyable fun; on our rambles we visited the Reichstag,

the old German parliament building, as well as Spandau prison (where Rudolf Hess is) and the Olympic

Stadium, a fantastic example of Nazi architecture. Another delightful visit was to the Palace at

Charlottenburg with its brilliant decor.

Probably one of the most impressive sights was the Brandenburg Gate, which we observed from both

East and West, but unlike hundreds, we were able to return to the West.

At the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, three soldiers were doing the goose-step and there were two

sentries with Penny, Terry, Ceri, Diane, Cathy and John all trying to make them laugh .... well,

they were bored - and so were the girls!

It just so happened that Halloween fell during the holiday. A plot to sneak into Mr. J ones' and

Mr. Hart's room was foiled only by, of all things, a tube of superglue! Stuck! (Like the corny joke?)

To all those who went, notice I've refrained from mentioning the antics of Robert, without whom

the trip wouldn't have been half so good - what with the zoos, the magazines and the socks! For

all those who remember, "No sugar, I'm on a diet".

Ceri Batchelder also found a novel way of occupying herself, but that's not for print - right, Ceri?

As with all good things the end came too soon and we set off for home. The journey home was lively

and eventful and tinged with sadness.

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At the Hook of Holland everybody decided to have all passports stamped to say, GLOBETROTTER, but after some haggling with the Dutch authorities a final bargain was struck in which one stamp would be given for one jelly-baby - and I'm not joking! We returned to London in bright sunshine, tired and broke, but very happy. On behalf of all those who went on the trip we would like to express our thanks and gratitude to Mrs. Pipe, Mr. Jones and Mr. Hart, without whom the trip wouldn't have been possible, let alone half so enjoyable.

Terry Webber, L6C

The Move to Approach Road The Upper School is in its new home at last. I say "at last", since when I first came to visit the schuol in 1979, it was hoped that the move would take place within two years! This, as we all know, turned out to be a very optimistic forecast, but one major result of the delay is that we now have a much better building than was at first envisaged, and in that sense the delay has been worthwhile, despite all its frustrations. The architecture and internal design of the new block is very pleasing, and it blends well with the old building. I trust that by the time you read these words the charity children, cleaned and renovated, will be in their new niches, and "Henry Raine" back in the entrance hall under the foundation stone which is now in its fourth resting-place. Throughout 1984-85 the actual date for the move was postponed time and again, as further difficulties arose which were beyond the school's control, and so it was with a profound sense of rehe - ming\ed with sadness at saying goodbye to Arbour Square and all its memories - that we watched the first removal vans roll, chivvied along by Mr. Reffold. At long last, the final safety factor taken care of, and most of the furniture and equipment in the right place , we were able to hold our first classes on Monday, June 10th, and give senior pupils their first experience of the facilities provided. Many advantages are already clear, not least the closeness to the Lower School, and each day brings us nearer to the final completion of our plans. There are so many people involved in such a major undertaking, but it is right that this short article from me should record in particular the efforts of all the staff, both teaching and non-teaching, as they worked long hours, late into the evening and in holiday time, to make the transition as smooth as possible. Without them, as in every aspect of school life, it would simply not have been possible. So begins the latest phase in the school's long history, and we look forward with confidence to a future of continued service to God and to our local community.

D. W. E. Thomas, Headmaster

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Trip to Italy The afternoon of August 22nd 1984 saw the start of our school journey to Rome and Lido di Jesolo.

After crossing from Dover to Zeebrugge we spent a very cramped and, for some, sleepless night on

the coach travelling through Belgium. The insomniacs amongst us had the compensation of seeing

sunrise over the Rhine.

Our first overnight stop was in the beautiful Austrian Village of Worgl, and then on again over the

Alps via the Brenner Pass to Italy.

Our stay in Rome gave us a chance to savour the atmosphere of that ancient city - the Colosseum,

Forum, Spanish Steps, Trevi Fountain and St. Peter's.

Despite being warned about pick-pockets our first victim was Jason, who, after buying a m elon, dis

covered his wallet was missing.

Rome's buses also gave us a few problems - somehow they never seemed actually tQ go in the direc

tion we were expecting!

Our last night in Rome was marked by a trip to the Lunar Park Funfair, where a good time was had

by all- especially those who were foolish enough to tryout the "Himalaya" - the largest big dipper

in Europe.

Travelling north to Lido di J esolo, the "Margate of Venice", we stopped off for lunch in Florence an expensive stop for some (who shall remain nameless) as the tea-leaves were out in force!

From Lido we took a boat trip to Burano, a beautiful island in the Venetian Lagoon famous for its

lace and glass.

Venice itself lived up to all expectations. After the slight hitch of the boat leaving half of us behind,

we eventually all met up again and wandered around the famous sights - the Bridge of Sighs, Doge's

Palace, St. Mark's Square and the Grand Canal with its gondolas - but not a Cornetto in sight!

Hot sun and sand, the warm Adriatic, blue sun-shades, green deckchairs, jogging, juggling, crazy-golf

and discos - just a few of the memories of Lido di J esolo.

We retraced our steps through Austria, Germany and Belgium and arrived home exhausted on

September 2nd.

On behalf of Mr. Perrett, Miss Linnett, Miss O'Regan, Mr. Everton and Mr. Wilson, I would like to

thank the pupils for making it such an unforgettable holiday (in many more ways than one!)

P. Pipe

Helping Out Today I'm helping Auntie Jean to move.

She's moving out of town

She's moving out of the Barleymow

And into the Rose and Crown.

The men are coming at ten to nine

They're bringing a big red van

They are Auntie Jean's mates

Tom, Harry and Sam.

Boxes, cupboard, shelves and all,

all go in the van

Then Sam will fix them on the wall

Cos he's the handy man.

Sara Hutt, 1J

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Trip to Bretigny On the 13th April 10 pupils, Ms Robertson and Mr. Krupa arrived at Arbour Square promptly at five o'clock in the morning. We boarded the coach at five thirty. It had just come down from Yorkshire where it had picked up another school. We climbed onto the coach and went straight to our seats which were at the very back. Immediately the noise level of the coach doubled. This was because of a few energetic pupils trying to sing all their favourite songs and play all the noisy games. Ms Robertson's and Mr. Krupa's tactic was not to do anything and just wait until tiredness set in, seeing it was so early in the morning.

However, these tactics did not seem to work because by the time we reached the port nobody had managed to fall asleep. We all got off the coach and went in our own direction trying to remember the way back to the coach. At this time Ms Robertson discreetly snuggled up in a chair in the lounge, expecting the worst of the journey. Luckily the trip across the channel was a good one and nobody was feeling bad, including Ms Robertson.

As soon as we set off to Bretigny, which is near Paris, from Calais you could sense the excitement of the pupils, some even trying to translate signs! The journey to Paris was very monotonous. All the scenery was merely acres of open land. Therefore there was a great sigh of relief when we finally reached our destination. This was the big moment! We now had to go our separate ways and stay with individual families in order to try and speak French, as most of the families could not speak English.

On Sunday we had to stay with our families and would not meet up to visit places. This was to be a very testing time. However, when we met up on Monday all the reports were good and everybody seemed to be enjoying themselves (the only bad reports were those about food). Some pupils had been to the amusement arcades with their famiEes whilst others visited an aerodrome. Others also visited the biggest fair in Paris and went horse riding.

Monday was the day we were going into the heart of Paris to visit all the usual tourist attractions. We left the school party and set off on our own expedition under the trusted guidance of Miss Robertson, who supposedly knew where she was going. Firstly we visited the Eiffel Tower and ventured up to the premier etage. The view was tremendous, we were able to see miles (which turned out later to be how far we walked). After the Eiffel Tower we crossed the road to visit the Trocadero with all its glamorous fountains. This was now the time we found out that Ms Robertson did not really know where she was going so we turned to Mr. Krupa and he guided us to all the tourist attractions with the aid of a street and metro map and, of course, sometimes Ms Robertson's French. Among the famous places we visited were Sacre Coeur, Les Champs Elysee, Le Jardin des Tuileries. However, I think that everybody's favourite place was Notre Dame! After walking mile after mile we decided to get to the top of Notre Dame. However, there was a problem: to get to the top we had to climb a flight of what seemed never-ending stairs. After at least five minutes of walking up the stairs we finally reached the top. We all walked out into the fresh air and looked down to the ground all thinking that we had just walked that very distance. While we were catching our breath we went into the Bell Tower where we were told abou t the bells and of the stories associated with them.

We were now ready to set off down the stairs. Going down the stairs proved to be a difficult task because everybody suddenly felt ill and wanted to get to the ground as quickly as possible. After this we decided to go and have a nice cool "non-alcoholic" drink in a cafe, to one side of Notre Dame.

On Tuesday we went to Versailles, which is world famous for its Chateau, Within the chateau there were a large number of buildings (mansions) but we were only permitted to visit one of them. In this mansion there was the hall of mirrors where everybody kept looking at themselv.es while combing their hair. Also within the chateau was the Orange orchard which we tried to find. After some consultation between the two teachers we finally arrived at the orchard, but there was a

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problem: all the orange trees had been put inside to be kept in the right climate. Now the biggest problem was to decide where to go next. We never really had enough time to go far, so we walked around the gardens and admired the beau ty of the scenery. After Versailles we made our way back to Paris where we were supposed to do our shopping. However, seeing as it was a fine day, we decided to go on a boat trip along the River Seine. We could now see all the sights which we had seen the previous day, only this time they were from a different viewpoint. We could now see the brilliance of the work which made the attractions the sights they were. The last day arrived and we had to leave our families and set off for England . Although the trip was a very short one, I think everybody enjoyed themselves and got on very well with their "families". I think we were very well looked after. This time we had to board the ferry at Dunkirk and we were allowed to visit Boulogne and shop around for an our. We arrived at Dunkirk in plenty of time. The ferry trip back was also fine and within a few hours of docking we were back at Arbour Square all ready to go home. The only thing left for me to do is to thank Ms Robertson and Mr. Krupa for being great on this holiday. Thanks a lot.

Tony Vowell, L62

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The Third and Fourth Year Trip to Germanv

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Scenes from the Sailing Trip

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The Sailing Trip DA Y 1 - BETHNAL GREEN TO POOLE

There were fifteen adults, forty kids and a large amount of food. Two teachers were from our school Miss Fuller and Miss O'Regan, not forgetting Mr. Waters the E.W.O. '

Mark Blondell, 3A

"Golden River", our boat, was white with a little blue. To steer the boat was a big silver steering wheel. There were some seats. The boat was smaller than I expected.

Christine Bristow, 2R

DA Y 2 - AROUND POOLE HARBOUR, GALE FORCE 7 I got a little scared, so I went below, but I wasn't sick. Then the chief came down and told me not to be scared. He said that before the boat capsizes - the mast would snap- .... but we wouldn't take the boat out in that sort of weather.

James Doherty, 3E

DA Y 3 - TRIP TO SWANAGE. FOUR FOOT SWELL RUNNING. FORCE 6 We learnt to put the sails up and down and then we went out with one sail up. We went out about seven miles. The wind was very strong. The waves were about four feet high.

Lee Davis, 2E

DAY 4 - ON TO ALDERNEY - PUKESVILLEl We got up at five o'clock and went up on deck. We started to sail to Alderney. The Skipper had a chart of the buuys. When we got out of the harbour, that was when Lee felt sick and Paul started to feel sea sick, then Anthony was sick. We got to Alderney and then had dinner.

Kirk Passmore, lA

"Alderney is a small island with one chip shop, five pubs and an off licence". Julie Okpala, lE

DAY 5 - TO GUERNSEY - CALM AT LASTl t During the voyage we had to scrub the decks and go on night watch ... . We had to get up at three

thirty in the morning and luok out for ships. We saw the sun rise. It was a wonderful sight. TheI Sea Cadets had to do the cooking. It wasn't very good. Alan Bradshaw, lE

DAY 6 - COSTA (not a lot) DEL GUERNSEY The weather was so good we stripped to the waist. It was very exciting in Guernsey. There were lots of places to visit. We visited a castle with a museum inside it, and went to some nice shops. We stayed for two nights.

Paul Bonnici, 1J

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DAY 7 - GUERNSEY TO POOLE. HOMEWARD BOUND (with the Duty Free!) It seemed a shame to leave Guernsey, but we had to "up anchor" and head back to Poole. On the way back we had a potato fight and had a great time, in the middle of the Channel - even the ~taff joined in! And so back to Poole and ready for home .... shame.

Paul Bonnici, 1J

A few hours later, I was at home. I was glad to see my Mum and Dad again - really glad. Paul Burton, 1 E

Without the help of Mr. Waters I don't think the trip would have been possible for the children from our school.

Mark Blondell, 3A

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The City in Winter The buildings languish, lugubrious and mournful like old furniture in an unused room. The rain starts: cool, clean, refreshing globules of water pour from the heavens, washing away the dust of ages and the cobwebs of antiquity. Puddles form on the uneven cracked pavement and are stepped over carefully by the inhabitants of this new, clean, refreshed city. If you looked down on this city you'd see the multi-coloured patchwork of umbrellas: city regulation, silver tipped black ones; golfing, red, green and yellow ones; old ladies with their flowered ones and the young fashion conscious with pretty shades of pastel pink and blue. Soon the rain turns to snow. As it falls it either melts away or turns to a brown slush, kicked and trodden everywhere. Where the snow falls undisturbed it forms a thin sheet of white,

1. untouched and pure. Maddening cars and lorries rush through the streets, their wheels churning through the heavy slush. People curse drivers as freezing water and bits of ice are splashed onto bare legs making them tingle and smart. As the dark sets in on wings of frozen air the city is vacated, a sense of serenity and tranquillity is felt; the buildings stand empty and at peace; no more screeching lorries: the city is at rest. The moon glows with a white heat, surrounded by tiny stars each shining with incandescence. A few windows are lighted. They look out like unblinking eyes watching for the slightest movement. Soon, they too flicker out one by one and the moon and stars are the only light; apart from the illuminating street lights which run in unceasing monotonous white lines up and down darkened streets winding in and out of cul-de-sacs. It starts to snow again, gently but persistently. Soon everything is covered in a blanket of crystallised white that freezes everything. Nothing stirs. Blades of luscious green grass are frozen into knife-like points of ice and the roofs are covered like icing covers a cake. In nooks and crannies, pigeons sleep, with feathers ruffled and eyes hidden. Dawn arrives late, on wings of red fire: a prediction of the bad day ahead. The sun rises, frail and insipid but still with a glow of fire. One by one the street lights flicker out and the city starts to come to life. First the birds wake and call out to each other. Their voices sound sharp in the early hours but soon they adjust and the cooing and various calls become pleasant as they awaken the people. Around the city lights are switched on, breakfasts are made and people get ready. The buses and trains start their busy day taking commuters to work. Soon the streets are filled with honking impatient cars, eager to get to work on time. All at once people seem to fill the streets; newspaper vendors call out the day's headlines; city civil-servants rush about like penguins in their smart black suits; cleaning ladies leave the shining buildings and head for home. Then, the rain begins to fall from aimlessly drifting, grey clouds. People look heavenwards and shake their heads; not another bad day?

Linda Barker, 5 L

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Phu Cam Tien 1R

The Street Market It was a freezing Saturday morning as I stepped out of the van. Immediately the piercing cold thrust into my face. It was a paralysing coldness and my face immediately went numb. A mist loomed about and I could only just make out the outline of the market. "Hurry up son!" shouted Ernie, the stallholder. "It's about time we started setting up." I came out of the trance and walked back to the van where Ernie was already lifting the fruit and vegetables out of their boxes and neatly arranging them on the stall. I helped Ernie but still the paralysing coldness crept under my thick over-coat. ''It's pretty cold today Ern," I said. I~ was still dark like the inside of a manhole and the wide space of the street market was lifeless.

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The terrace of shops around the corner of the market was empty as a school in summer.

Then I heard the muffled squeal of brakes and the murmur of voices. Other street traders were

beginning to appear. We were always one of the first traders to be ready for sale and put a

"glimmer of light" into the drab market.

Lights began to switch on and smoke billowed from the baker's shop. The grey smoke swirled

around, mingling in with the cold early morning mist. The smell revived me and I shivered as the

warm smoke warmed my numb face.

The sky gradually got lighter and lighter and soon the drab grey market had been transformed into

a colourful arena of bright sights.

There stood the ancient carts, ready for sale with luxurious wares to be bought. The cart I worked

on was rickety with chipped green paint. The once bright red wheels were now a shade of dull

grey with specks of red like a rash on a child's skin. The top of the stall was covered with a dirty

grey canvas sheet and actually on the stall lay the luscious fruit. Around the ripe fiuit lay the 'fake'

grass that every greengrocer used.

The huge solemn clock struck eight. The clock stood alone in the centre of the market. The walls

were a shabby brick colouring and now the walls were daubed with mindless graffiti. The clock

face was an extremely dreary white and part of the face had been smashed but yet it still told the

time correctly. The clock looked completely out of place compared with the modernized shops

and stalls.

Soon a few shoppers wandered around. Business had started. I knew that it would not be till

much later when the barrage of customers would arrive. Business was slack, so Ernie let me wander

off for a bit. I went straight into the baker's shop and bought a hot cup of tea. I had never seen

the market from this angle before, the market looked like an oasis of colour in comparison to the

drab colours of the surroundings.

Soon the faithful old clock struck twelve and I wore mittens on my frost bitten hands. The cus

tomers were now here in force. The crush was on. My stall was very busy. Many people gathered

round pushing and shoving like vultures trying to scavenge the body of an animal for themselves.

The people themselves looked very drab and dreary. They wore thick black overcoats and woolly

grey hats. It was very hard to understand them as when they spoke their voice was muffled by

the intense fog.

The people walking around the market looked like dodgem cars as they walked swiftly turning left

right and centre and very often caught up in a 'traffic jam' around a stall. I could see that many of

them just wanted to spend as little time as possible shopping for they wanted the warmth and

security of their homes.

All I kept doing was serving these people who were like robots as all they did was command me to

do this and that without as much as a 'thank-you'. I felt bitter, like the weather, because of this,

but I understood that it was all in the job.

The darkness began to creep back into the sky and all the market was illuminated like the sun shining

on a sandy baked beach. Business was beginning to end and many stalls packed away.

Soon the wide market place was once again barren but litter roamed freely about like wild animals

and the street was drab, dull and empty just likein the morning. Another day in the life of the

street market was complete.

Bryan Small, 5AL

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London Sunset The sun slowly sank

bringing darkness to the weary city.

It left behind a burning glaze,

a reminder of the day now past

The tramp slowly took his place

as one more silhouette in the distance

to make his lonely vigil

and watch the sun's slow death.

Shadows slowly lengthened

and the birdsong gently faded:

another cold night of solitude

before the cold morning light.

Nicola Woodford, L6C

Holidays The train flew past fields and housing estates at such a speed that all I could see was a continous line of lush green fields broken, at intervals, by small clumps of brown houses. The carriage was hot and stuffy; old ladies kept up a monotonous wail of "Youth today" as my brothers ran up and down the narrow gangway, knocking over Tesco's bags and making geriatrics spill their British Rail tea. I had four brothers between the ages of six and eleven; although by the way they acted, you would have thought they were all the same age: four. John, the youngest, suddenly let rip a scream, of such volume that I have only once heard it matched: by the scream of an old woman as she was smothered in piping hot tea. My parent, who had given up ever changing his uncivilised brood years ago, was asleep; oblivious of impending disaster. I rushed over to the old lady, tripping over a couple of brothers in the process, and was at once charged with the heinous crime of being "In charge of these barbarous ruffians". I pleaded guilty and was presented with a list of atrocities which my "angels" had committed. The air turned blue as the old woman's husband, I think it was her husband (I hope it was her husband) ranted louder and louder. By the time he had finished I was dumbstruck. I stared at the tiny frail man in disbelief; his eyes gleamed and his hands shook: where had all the energy come from? By this time my virtuous brothers had slunk away and I was left to apologise for their abominable behaviour. I have to admit that brothers are very close and if one of them doesn't like somebody then none of the others do. Unfortunately, John seemed to have taken an active dislike to this sweet old couple and, as usual, the others soon followed suit. By the end of the journey the old couple were nervous wrecks and it probably took them the whole of their holidays to recover.

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It is said that children often try to be the exact opposite of their parents and in my brothers' case it was quite true: my father was a vicar! People said I was like my father but the boys were just like their mother, may her soul rest in peace. My mother had died a year after John was born. I remember her as sweet, gentle and, most of all, happy. I can't remember Mother ever being cross with me, or the boys. She died when I was eight. It was such a sad day but her funeral was happy. All her old friends came to her funeral and said how sweet we all were. I remember it because it's the only time my brothers have been called sweet. Our destination was Aberdeen. My father had the customary two weeks' holiday and he wanted a rest. He should've stayed at home and sent us away. The house was five miles from the station and five minutes from the beach, but as father's wallet was in his suitcase we had to walk the five miles. At first everyone was in high spirits but soon the novelty began to wear off and John began to whine; I took the suitcase out of the pushchair which I had had the common sense to bring, and put John in; I gave him the two smallest suitcases and we started off again. Next it was Simon who wanted attention. Well to be quite truthful, he wanted to go to the toilet. When he was seen to we set off again. We still had four and a half miles to go. As darkness approached John fell asleep and so did Simon; I undid his sticky hands from the pushchair handle and gave him to Jim to carry; although only eleven, Jim was quite able to handle Simon and soon we reached the house. I went to switch on the light only there was no light switch; in fact there was no electricity. My father lit a match and found a few candles in a drawer. Almost as soon as he could see a hand in front of him Peter started to look for something to eat; he opened a huge cupboard and on the shelf was a plate of stale sausage rolls and a note which said something to the effect of "be here tomorrow, milk in fridge-Jane". My father told usJane was the housekeeper he'd hired and went to get the milk. With our stomachs full of sausage roll and milk we went upstairs to see our rooms; the beds were ready and we were soon tucked up beneath the cool sheets. I was just about to enter dreamland when I heard a noise next door. John had been sick: it was going to be one of those holidays.

Linda Barker, 5L

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The Clerk to the Governors of Raines Bob Pink had been Clerk to the Governors of Raine's for eight years when he retired at the end of August. During that time he had earned the respect and affection of all who knew and worked with him. His previous career in education administration had fitted him well for the diverse duties required of a Clerk to the Governors. These included preparing for and minuting Governors' meetings, keeping the accounts, looking after the Foundation's property, and keeping in touch with off