Il Divo and wild scenes

Friday

The first normal teaching day since the restoration, and it went quite well. Janice and Bodger worked on the school computer, and managed to link with the local authority (who felt we were an Academy and so didn’t exist) and through them gained some funding for non-existent schools, which we put in a special account.

They then had a bash at the Dept for Cushions and Soft Furnishings, who it seems has a special fund for Academies that get into financial trouble, and we got some more money there. Between these funding levels we removed the overdraft the school had, and started a new financial era. I told Bodger he could spent money on physics, and Binky to spend something on maths.

Mrs Marchmount brought in a CD player and started playing music by Il Divo. (That looks strange – I have only just noticed that when typing in Arial font the capital letter i looks the same as the lower case letter that comes between k and m in the alphabet – so perhaps I could call them il divo).

Havoc Blythe came in and said “what on earth is that?” meaning the music, and Mrs Marchmount explained that they were an international operatic ensemble created by Simon Cowell, and that tickets for their concerts were “hot stuff”.

“Do you know what Il Divo means?” he asked. (There I go again writing Il meaning il). Mrs Marchmount did not. “It means divine male performer,” he said. “Are they divine?”

Mrs Marchmount said they were, and that she had managed to get tickets to two separate concerts by working with her daughter, each other them on different web sites, while on the phone to each other, constantly clicking on the sites in order to get to the “buy now” page.

“You probably also started World War III,” Janice a little unkindly, because of late Mrs Marchmount has improved her computer skills, and is able to switch her PC on without IT support. But she did agree to turn the music off.

We had no further information on what the Norman Tradition, and its takeover of our school, was all about. Nor anything on the Parasite Corporation. But Havoc Blythe said we should all get together in the Creationists Bar at the Toppled Bollard on Saturday as usual, for a further discussion.

Thirty five pupils turned up without their jab certificates and we turned them away. A number of parents came storming in, several driving their cars wildly into the playground, nearly hitting pupils playing football and similar games, before abandoning the cars and running inside to shout at me.

Naturally I refused to be swayed, and upon returning to their cars (which in their hurry they had left utterly unlocked and unprotected) found that they had been stripped of radios, satellite systems, CD collections, and the other paraphernalia of travel. Several returned to my office shouting, but when a crowd of pupils and students gathered, they moved away, issuing menaces as they went.

I thought it all went rather well.

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