Yes, that is a flame in the middle of the picture errupting menacingly out of our beloved school.

At approximately 2:51pm in the house of Charlotte, small plumes of smoke [similar to the ones seen in Pomepeii when Vesuvius began to errupt] could be seen coming from the direction of the school. Surely, the school couldn't be on fire?!
But one and a half hours later, the above photo shows that it actually could. The blue flashing light brigade soon arrived...We have pictures of the fire engine (but missed the firemen vaulting over the school gate..which had been padlocked) but can't be uploaded because 'someone' took them as a video instead of pictures.

So we'll just make do with the above picture showing what looked like the technology block going up in flames. Ironically we'd composed a silly little number about what would happen in the event of a fire at school and so we pretty much jinxed it.

Furthermore..

THE ICE-CREAM VAN
Going out to the Gary Moore concert later, we walked outside to the car in the pitch black...remenants of smoke still hanging in the air...and heard to our great surprise (and horror) a creepy phantom ice cream van melody ringing eerily down the street - BUT NO ICE CREAM VAN.
Sarah said; 'Oh it must be coming from that small alley' (Bank Lane)
Charlotte - 'Wait...we are on Bank lane'
Everyone clung together out of fear and sprinted to the car.

Which leads us to ...

GARY MOORE
Gary Moore (and the cool OJ...who's song was in 'The Shooter') was fantastic...but why the hell did he come to Grimsby?!
OJ - 'Anyone come from Ohio? Or LA?'
Random audience member (Mr T. Wat) - 'No, I come from GY!'
Which confused the hell out of OJ.. and left room for a slow clap after that terrible attempt at a joke.

Charlotte nearly got taken by security after blatantly taking numerous photos of the bands which Peter got quite emotional about - goodness knows what security would have done if they'd seen the video of it that he had taken!
But Sarah sound-recorded the whole thing anyway.
Quote of the night by the almighty OJ (after minimalistic audience participation) - 'This 'aint the black church, but I'm working on it'
He decided that we were 'too quiet' and it was 'freaking him out.'

BAND PRACTICE
Was not the same without Alex aka 'The Ruffster.' We gazed over at the empty space behind the congas with tears in our eyes. Roogie Doogie to that.
After doing some sensible work on our new song, our practice deteriorated into 'folk style' improvised sing-alongs about aspects of that flaming school down the road. We didn't realise that God would take our songs that literally.

ukdelusion =)


P.s - To our great disappointment (ahem) the school is intact (to our knowledge) but we're not so sure about the house next door!