Saturday, 17 November 2012
The Russians are Coming : Half Term and the Last Concert
Caretaker Dave F retires at West Park.
So it's half-term, and I'm done in. I declutter my house a bit, hang out a bit on the allotment, do my Russian and Spanish homework a bit.
Then on Friday night, Diane phones me that we have been evicted from the West Park Centre, my place of work of the last sixteen years. Heavens, Debs, I worked at Foxwood School from 1980 till 1996, which if my maths is correct is also sixteen years. What is Fate saying to me, I wonder?
Actually the first thing Fate is saying is you have two days to rehouse a million steel pans. [You can see the serious version of these events on my new Victoria Jaquiss: Hyde Park, Leeds and the Wider World blog.]
On Saturday I head off for what turns out to be said ex-place of work, and Diane tells me the Russians are coming. In the afternoon I sit in their midst saying спасибо and stuff, feeling like an intruder at a private party, but now I know, at the Last Concert.
Here above, I am standing for the last time in the new Seminar Steel Pan Room; here below we had only just moved into this beautiful spacious former Art teaching Room..