By James, our supply teacher from London
I left you last week somewhat perilously positioned on the edge of a suggestion that during the weekend just passed I may find love. Well, you can drag yourselves back from that particular precipice as I most certainly did not find love. I did though find ridiculously heavy rain, social awkwardness and the most offensive cab driver in the world, but more on him later. As planned, some of the staff met up in Hammersmith on Saturday evening to celebrate one of our members turning thirty. Although the inclement weather had clearly affected the turnout, there were still enough in attendance to ensure I wasn’t bored. It was nice, if a little odd initially, to see these people in a different context, all glammed up, drinking, letting their guard down. I did wonder a few times what the kids at school would make of Ms Bower dry humping a pole, wine glass in one hand, random man in the other. But who I really want to talk about is that group from the staff who had evidently never been anywhere like this before. They were clearly there out of obligation rather than any sense of belonging to the scene. And by scene I mean just being in a trendy bar of any description. They looked like the proverbial fish out of water and provided me with great entertainment. Continue reading