Steve Day as Peter Quince held together his crazy bunch of comrades with his usual panache. Mark Watkins was pleasantly gormless, Steve Bowen was cynically co-operative and David Martin was disarmingly slow witted. Peter Allen won all hearts with his Francis Flute alias Thisbe: this boy is a natural.

The sets were very simple but effective. First we saw two large white rectangles set wide apart like pillars of an arch. Further transformations were made by simply reversing this scenery to reveal all kinds of junk hung on the scaffold frames (for the woodland scenes).

The music too played its part in adding to the atmosphere, especially the scenes where magic was being performed. The talented musicians were M. Davey, A. Hughes and N. Veitch.

All in all another memorable Grand Day production with the cast seeming to enjoy themselves, no less than the audience. We look forward to the next offering from those of these talented people who will still be in school.

BOGETTES

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hillo's, When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of passing armadillos;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Not all that big (they came up to my knees).

HORISCH SCHORODIN

Mike died in a road accident on the way home aged 16 in August 1980, three days after accepting his place in our sixth form. His death left a great hole in the school community which has not been filled since. To those who knew him, he was a reliable and trustworthy friend who always gave 100 per cent in everything he did. Nowhere was this more apparent than on the sport potential as a cricketer of the future.

SWEET DREAMS May I see him for a while? I'll be a good boy and say my prayers, Kleptomaniac that's your problem, Even if I have to die, I just miss him. Win some, lose some, hideous game And who has to clear up the mess down here? Little Lord Jesus you called him, Saviour of us all. Hallelujah, it's no skin off your halo.

P. MAINE AND C. DAVIES