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After months of hard work and deliberation it is finally here! The Lord Grey School Magazine! Wehave spent many weeks trying to create the ideal magazine for the Lord Grey community and webelieve that we have finally succeeded. Our highly talented team of budding journalists have beensearching high and low for all those juicy bits of gossip that the teachers store away and haveincluded many interesting and rather amusing articles about their hobbies and hidden talents. Wehave also retrieved what we consider to be some of the best work produced by our students thisyear and given all those talented writers and artists their first taste of fame!
Throughout the magazine you will find several reviews, written from your point of view and includ-ing all those vital facts that you are dying to know about your favourite games and books. The mag-azine also contains a guide to what's been going on at the school this academic year including allthe gossip from the amazing school production Grease, Rock Challenge, the dance sensation andstudent reports from your favourite school trips. With these great contents, the Lord Grey SchoolMagazine is certain to keep you plugged in to the cool side of school and give you an insight intowhat really goes on behind the scenes. On behalf of the rest of the team I would like to thank every-body who contributed and hope you all enjoy The Lord Grey School Magazine! .
Miss Rachel Jones
Many Thanks To...
Ben Mallard Gemma HudsonBen Miller Matt WoollettLouise Beach Mr. ChambersLisa Turnbull Shelly RowlandJenny Allsopp Gabriel WallaceClaire Baines Kathryn EntwistleKishan Savjani Carly TheodosiTara Smith Mark Ray Joe Moore Rakhee Modhwadin
Thanks also to:Beth Webster who produced the front cover
David McLean for his art work
Anyone who has allowed us to publish their work.
The production Team would also like to say a BIG THANK YOU to MissJones who helped us all get organised and to get the magazine to cometogether. We couldn't have done it without her!
Editorial Introduction
Headteacher’s Welcome
When I joined The Lord Grey School a year ago, it was obvious tome that this was a school of great potential. Given the right mix ofdetermination and enthusiasm, and the clear talents and abilitiesof our students, there is no limit to what we can achieve. I amdelighted to introduce to you, from the students of our school, thefirst Lord Grey School Magazine.
The production of this Magazine has been no small feat. It has been stu-dent driven, and every poem, article, review, illustration and contributionhas been made by a member of our learning community. The Magazinerepresents a massive achievement, and is, I believe, testimony to theexhilirating ethos we share.
I would like to extend my thanks to Rachel Jones, who has co-ordinatedand overseen the production of the Magazine. I applaud the EditorialTeam who have pulled out all the stops to ensure the timely production ofthis fascinating chronicle of life at Lord Grey. As an “in-house” produc-tion, my congratulations also go to our Reprographics team.
The forthcoming academic year will no doubt present many challenges,and each member of our school will face, and conquer, seemingly insur-mountable obstacles. This Magazine represents our school motto inabundance, and I have every belief that we will continue to move fromstrength to strength.
Having read the “first” magazine, I look forward to next year’s edition.
Excellence: Dare to Succeed
Despina Pavlou, Headteacher
TCTExcellence and
Diversity
Report on the Talent ShowLate November last year, Lord Grey Schoolhosted its first talent show. The event wasa huge success with participants from allyear groups displaying their talents in frontof a spellbound audience.
Year 13 students Jonathan Tan andGemma Peppard hosted the evening, prov-ing themselves to be two of the school’smost talented entertainers, using a mix ofhumour and style to captivate the audi-ence.
There were twenty-four unique perform-ances which displayed a selection ofdances, songs and many other magnificentmusical acts. Highlights of my eveningincluded a beautifully sung rendition of'When you say nothing at all' and several ofthe dance acts who displayed excellent co-ordination and flare.
Present at the show were an inspired audience consisting of fellow students and theproud parents of the performers. A panel of esteemed judges, including ourHeadteacher, Ms Pavlou, Manager of Chappells music store, David Meek, and giftedactress Wendy Kitching, appraised the event and after much thought and deliberationreached their final verdict. Jonathan Tan and Mark Calape came in third place afterhumorously presenting their amazing break-dancing.
Stacy Meadows achieved second place having demonstrated his fantastic piano skillsand showing the audience how to really play the blues.
First place went to the incredibly talented Elisabeth Brown who won the judges' praiseafter singing a show tune flawlessly and showing off her beautiful voice. The winningacts were requested to perform in a whole school assembly following the talent showand were each given their prizes personally by Ms Pavlou.
The talent show was a very memorable event and we all look forward to witnessingthe same excellence next year. On behalf of the school I would like to thank all thegifted students who took part.
By Jenny Allsopp
‘Grease’ was obviously a big hit as on the first performance the hall was full. The enthusiastic castbegan the show with a wonderful opening and got the audience in the mood. Proud family andfriends of the actors sang and clapped along the whole way through and by the interval everyonewas having a great time!
We could see that the cast had spent a long time in rehearsals and getting the show perfect bytheir American accents! Many were impressed by the singing soloists and all the singers. Themain characters had been carefully selected and had been carefully thought out. Backingdancers were also convincing and were all in time doing their Rock 'n' Roll moves. We alsothought that the Guardian Angel (Cameron Parks) was a star!
Well done to everyone who took part and a special thankyou to Mr. Brierly. We are all looking for -ward to next year’s show!
By Shelly Rowland and Tara Smith
GreaseAs most of you will know, the play this year was 'Grease' the musical. It was a huge success andwas thoroughly enjoyed by everyone involved. There were performances by two casts throughouta whole week from 12th February to 16th February with matinee performances for local middleschools. The tickets were all sold out for every performance with some special visitors, including theMayor of Milton Keynes. The whole cast worked extremely hard for several months giving up theirlunchtimes, after school and even a weekend. We were confronted with difficulty, as we had to learnall of our songs with just a piano accompaniment. Fortunately Mr. Wakley, our new Head of Music,was recruited towards the end and the band worked extremely hard to make everything cometogether. Mr. Brierly and Gemma Peppard directed us and put up with us even when it looked asthough we wouldn't be able to pull it off, but however it fell into place in the end. To encourage usmore, they awarded us with Director’s Awards for outstanding dedication and performance.
The absolute high received was amaz-ing and the whole cast got on very welland became really close. The feeling ofperforming on stage in front of hun-dreds of people is indescribable andeveryone gave it their all. I am almostcertain that everyone involved thisyear will want to be involved in nextyear's performance. We would like totake this opportunity to say 'goodbye'and 'good luck' to Jonathan Tan, he willbe sorely missed, as this was his lastperformance.
By Luke Webb (Roger) and Kevin Rowland (Danny)
Rock Challenge
Lord Grey Poem
L is for Lessons, so we get in the know,O is for Open days, for parents to go.R is for Resources, the books and the pens,D is for Detention, you must make amends!
G is for Grammar, corrected we stand,R is for Revision, for passing exams.E is for Excellence, dare to succeed,Y is for Yearbook, for information we need.
S is for Squashed chips, cleaned from the floor,C is for Canteen, the queue’s right out the door.H is for Homework, it must be on time!O is for Obligation, so we don't get behind,O is for OFSTED, to work with the Head.L is for Lord Grey, come to school, don't stay in bed.
By Emma Butler
After months ofchoreographing, many
feared that Lord Grey's dancepiece would not be ready for the rap-idly approaching performance. A day
before the performance all the members ofthe Rock Challenge took part in the intense
rehearsals all day. There were still finaldetails we had to add, the dance was not
entirely completed and we had notrehearsed with the set; Tuesday was our
attempt to get everything perfect forWednesday's performance at the
Oxford Apollo Theatre.
On the day we had threerehearsals with each one get-
ting better as we performed - eachone gaining in energy. When it came
to our performance, and we were theopening act, everyone was nervous yet
excited and gave it 110% when weentered the stage. Everything wentwell. After our performance we went
back into the changing-room andwaited for the results.
Thejudges left all schools waiting in anticipation
as they began to talk. Many people lost faith when theyheard that 3rd place had gone to Crickhowell High School, but
when they read out Lord Grey School...2nd place, the atmospherewas electric! Everyone was screaming in the excitement, we
couldn't believe we had come 2nd!
After the resultshad been announced
there was a huge gathering ofstudents from different schools out-
side the theatre - congratulating eachother on their spectacular performance.
Of course, Lord Grey were the loudestthere and all students were still on a high. Itwas this school's highest ever placing. All thehard work had paid off. Even teachers fromStantonbury Campus were saying that ourswas excellent, and they thought that wewould win!
I definitely recommend people to takepart in rock challenge, it was excel-
lent. Maybe next year we cancome away with 1st place!
ByElizabeth Akinwande
America 2001The American Trip '2000' was arranged for Enigma Orchestra aspart of an exchange, in which we stayed with our host families inMilwaukee. The trip consisted of ten days in which various venueswere organised (most of which were of the unmusical kind) includ-ing a baseball game, a tour around the cave of the Mounds and atrip to Spreachers Brewery.
We were transported to all of these sights by the infamous yellowschool buses with our lunches that we could probably feed thewhole country. When we did actually play though, the Americanshad the 'pleasure' of hearing us play the never tiresome, RuleBrittania at places including the Harley Davidson Centre in whichwe were also given a tour card and more free food!
Our day out to '6 flags Great America' theme park, was one neverto be forgotten and although many of us ended the day feeling veryqueasy and sunburned, it was one of the most amusing days in ouritinerary. On our last night at our host families houses, we had aparty, where, to everyone else's misfortune I sang karaoke!Possibly not one of the most enjoyable times we had.
The next day we set off to Chicago, to the very impressive hotelEmbassy suites, where we had the luxury of relaxing in a very niceswimming pool. All that was left to do at this point was to say ourlast goodbyes before leaving to come home.
This year, our American friends will be staying with us, and willenjoy a busy schedule including trips to London and I'm sure manymore exiting things.
The trip went all too quickly, but overall it was a very enjoyableexperience and when the Americans come to England, I just hopewe can show them the same hospitality that they showed us.
By Sarah Allen
Pepper! They can be in tiny particlesOr in a similar form to applesEither way they are HOT HOT HOT!!!!It smells like burnt crispsOr a cigarette that has been put in alcohol
It is used to add flavouringsOr to spice up foodsThe pepper can make someone sneezeIf inhaled at any timeThey look like tiny raisins scatteredAcross a fieldOr like an apple with an extended stem
They come from miniature seedsGrown from the earthThe earth they come from isDark yet moistThe seeds are buriedBeneath the dark moist atmosphereTill they grow to become hotAnd spicy vegetables.
By Kelly Longmore
Apples Hard thingsCrunchy and deliciousSweet and irresistibleAfter first biteSpilling juicesLike the plain taste ofSugar and water.
When they are picked and gatheredFrom the treesTheir brown thin stems snap!And their firm and solid figuresAre amazingly eaten through by worms
Their appearance-colours of autumn leavesBlend with the treesAnd sway silently with the windThe branches that they hang on areStrong and stay as still as the trunkHeld down by its roots.
By Kelly Longmore
Inner SensesCorpses dismembered, alone and stenchingEyes stare with emptiness at the world.Hands, and legs grab you at every chance,'Stop' they say 'Don't go, stay with me.’
Sounds pounding to a deadly rhythm,thump, thump, thump.If it stops.Death knocks at your door.
The temptation to run, impossible,the sound will follow you.The will to live, unbearable,that thump will always be there.
SNAP!A ray of light that shines in his eyes.Angry, monstrous shells explode in the airHe cannot hear, he cannot see.his inner senses, fear, despair.
That thump surrounds him,he can only feel it.Mouth wide open, no one hears his screams,But that thump smoothes his fear.
He doesn't know they've been bombed,And the people around him scream.All he knows is that thump,Lifeless, gone and free.
'Stop' they say 'don't go,stay with me,'the hands and eyes do call.Next time listen to their songBecause it's the inner senses that sing.
By Sarah Watkinson
Sense Poetry
Lonely PoemLife on the fast lane.That's how I live.No cares no worries,I'm a free man.I do what I want when I want.I'm top of the world, the best, the King.No one can stop me,not now,nor ever.Life is a speeding freeway.I'm flying down this freeway.I'm gliding like a bird.No pressure,no plan.But then I turn a wrong turn.The freeway runs out.I remember this alley,It's the real world.Not my world where I'm the King or a bird.This is for real.Nothings good.No-one to turn to.No friends,no family.Alone in this dog pound.Where they bite your leg, not scratch your back.Money is everything,more important than friends,meaning of wealth, meaning of life.A favourite fairy tale.
An unwanted soulA homeless piece of worthless trash.Tossed aside by society.But I don't care,I have my world.No-one puts one thousand tons of pressure on your back.No homework,deadlinesschoolwork,work,wages,taxes,just me.But that's not what I want.I don't really hate this world,I just don't understand it.I just want someone to turn to.When that one thousand tons of pressure gets too much they're there to lift it.Just one friend for a giggle,a talk,a Christmas,a walk.But I'll never get that.So I'll just sit back.Hop on the freeway and cruise.I'll take my life my way.The fast lane.Where I'm wanted and loved.So am I lonely.Yes.But I've got my world.
By David Crisp
The AccidentIn the beginning God created the Heavens, the Universe and the Earth.The Earth at the time was engulfed by the raging blue ocean with no landin existence. The Earth was not only covered in ravenous waters but it hadalso been plunged into a darkness that meant nothing could live. Then Goddecided to give the world light, and as the heavens opened up, there wasa tremendous light that filled the sky lighting up all the four corners of theEarth. Even the darkest, most distant, secluded areas of the world werefilled with light beyond the stretch of the imagination. This was the light thatwould light forever, this was the light that would see the world go day by dayand this was the light that would see all the triumphs and all the failures ofeach and every individual of the planet. No one could escape the light. Butwhere was the amazing light coming from? The answer to this is what peo-ple call the sun, the greatest object in existence.
Now that there was light, the world was free to start growing plants and ani-mals and most of all, humans. From the primitive humans and Adam andEve the world had begun and as with the dinosaurs before the humansstarted to form dominant groups. The groups each had one thing in com-mon: the need for power. Prominent groups rose and fell as the quest fortotal power had begun.
As time passed, the mighty Aztec civilisation and then the powerful Incaempire both came and went. Then came the Egyptians, a very religiousand powerful culture, with many Gods. But the Egyptians were different.They had no weapons of mass destruction or enormously large armies butthe outside world was extremely cautious when handling matters with themas they had the one thing that scared the world more than large arms: thePharaohs, or the living Gods. The Pharaohs were the Gods that lived onEarth, specifically Egypt. The world knew the Gods had created the uni-verse and they also knew of the awesome power it must have taken to dothat. They also knew that the Gods had bestowed on them the Earth andall its power, which could be taken away in an instant.
The pharaohs were worshipped by all of the inhabitants of the country andas far as the Egyptians were concerned the river Nile was a gift back fromthe Pharaohs.
The River NileThe river Nile was the thing that was most important to the survival of theEgyptian people. As Egypt was a country that was nearly all desert therewas not much space for farming and so the Egyptians had no way to feedtheir starving families. The Nile changed all that. Once every year the Nilewould burst its banks and flood all the area around the Nile for a radius ofapproximately one mile. When it flooded it brought with the water largeamounts of fertile soil so when the floods had gone there was soil to farmon, and crops to sell and eat.
The Pharaohs controlled all that happened in Egypt and they had ultimatepower. The people built great monuments and spectacular temples tohonour the Gods and there were the colossal pyramids, so great they arenow some of the most talked about wonders of the world. The Pharaohshad powers they possessed as Gods, but it was said that they often usedthem for threatening people. Then there were the Pyramids, the restingplace of the Gods who were buried there after they had been mummified.The Pharaohs’ mummified bodies would be left there with all their treas-ures and the mummified bodies of a few of their most loyal servant. As allthe Pharaohs’ gold was left in the Pyramids with the bodies of their owner,Pyramids were a very good target to rob and grave robbers would con-stantly try to break in. But the Pyramids were protected by booby traps...
The large stone door slowly came towards the thieves and, knowing thatthey would be the first ever people in hundreds of years to see the insideof the ancient pyramid, they would step nervously. The whole team wentsilent, the sight was stunning: to be the first ever modern day people tosee the inside of an ancient pyramid was a mind-boggling fact for the teamof experts to comprehend. Even though every person standing outsidethe tomb had had some kind of significant find or discovery no one thereknew what to do. Then slowly the group of explorers would go in, wan-dering forward step by step. About three steps into the pyramid they all-would stop to marvel in its glory and to investigate the various differentinscriptions on the walls of the amazingly magnificent pyramid of Giza.
By David Courcoux
Interview with Mr PomfretMr Pomfret has a great story to tell about the past and present inhis sporting career.
When he was a child his father was a car mechanic, and the fam-ily of three lived on a farm. Although he saw motor racing on thetelly, it wasn't a major ambition of his to become a motor racingdriver. However, for Mr Pomfret’s ninth birthday, his father gave him an old car to ride in around thefarm fields, and he learnt to drive at this amazingly young age! This was when he became inter-ested in racing and he now looked up to his new idol, Jim Clarke.
When he turned eighteen, he joined a Racing Driving School at Silverstone, and began to motor onin his learning. Mr Pomfret first drove in a race in 1979, but due to a heart condition which wastreated at the famous Papworth hospital, he was forced to stop racing for four years. He thenrestarted in 1983.
Motor racing is an extremely expensive sport and it can be very dangerous. When he was younger,his parents were not unduly worried about the possibility of an accident, although over the years hehas had several major accidents during races.
Mr Pomfret has raced against a number of drivers who are now very famous and have since takenpart in races in Formula 1. These include Damon Hill and David Coulthard. He also raced againstJonny Herbert and Jenson Button. At the time he raced against them they weren't very well known,but they all went on to be famous. Mr Pomfret says he doesn't feel any resentment towards themand he's very happy for them!
As some of you may know, Mr Pomfret runs his own team. In order to save the enormous expenseof travelling from place to place, and also the mechanical expense, he has help from current friends.Mr Chambers drives the teamtruck, and an old student of LordGrey, Daniel Hill, helps with themechanical side. Former teammember, Antony Childs, throughMr Pomfret's knowledge andteaching, went on to become aFormula 1 designer. GerardO'Reiley, went on to be a chieftruck driver for the JordanFormula 1 team.
Mr Pomfret's sporting career hasrewarded him with awards suchas winning the BARC FF1600National Championship in 1990,and coming second in theNational Championships in 1996.
By Beth Webster
Interview with Mr. BerrimanMr. Berriman is a teacher in the science department at the school. He has worked here for a whileand is very interested in the sport of Fencing, so we decided to find out more about the sport.
Q1. How were you introduced to the sport and who by?
A1. My mother encouraged me to take up Fencing because she always wanted my sister and Iout of the house.
Q2. Did you start Fencing at a very young ageor when you were older?
A2. I started Fencing at the age of fifteen.
Q3. What attracted you to it in the beginning?
A3. I hated it! Then I won a regional champi-onship after doing it for just six weeks, so Ichanged my mind.
Q4. What protection do you have to wear?
A4. I have to wear quite a lot of protection. I weara mask which is made of steel, a jacket and breeches made of Kevlar,gloves, socks and an under jacket.
Q5. How long have you been Fencing for?
A5. I have now been fencing for about twenty-three years
Q6. Do you compete in competitions or do just do it for fun? If you compete, have youwon any trophies?
A6. I don't at the moment , but I intend to start again in September 2001 to go to compete inthe Commonwealth Championships in 2002. I have won two Commonwealth Silver & Bronzemedals in the past.
By Kishan Savjani
Miss Lewis takessome 'stick'!
Miss Lewis, former head of English at our school,hides behind her a secret past of sporting excel-lence. Not many people know of her previous life,goal keeping for university and county hockey teamsor the time she spent training with the Englandunder 21's hockey squad.
Her enthusiasm for hockey began at twelve yearsold when attending a junior school in Hampshire.This led to her becoming a member of several coun-ty teams in her teenage years, playing alongsidemany now famous players, including some of GreatBritain's Sydney Olympic squad.
At 19, whilst playing for the English Universitieshockey team, she was selected to train with the England under 21 squad.
"It was the highlight of my hockey life," she tells us. "I can remember trembling at my first big game, itwas part of a tournament against the Welsh, Irish and Scottish University teams." Her team was victo-rious and won the entire tournament, one of the many memorable wins she experiences. She is theproud owner of many trophies awarded to her in the prime of her career and her proudest moment wassaving a penalty shot by the current England captain, Jane Sixsmith, in the last seconds of a countychampionship!
Her talent continued to grow, but in 1990 tragedy struck when she suffered a severe knee injury."Unfortunately I had to stop playing after that, though I have a nine inch scar on my knee to remind meof those days!" Although Miss Lewis has retired from hockey, she still enjoys many sporting activitiestoday including snowboarding, tennis, badminton and mountain biking!
By Jenny Allsopp
The Lord Grey School Staff Football TeamIf you have been to the National Hockey Stadium on a Wednesday evening, you will have surely spottedthe bright green shirts of the LGSSFT, worn by your favourite teachers winning yet another match.
We play 8-a-side games and this season our results speak for themselves:Played Won Drew Lost
20 15 1 4
We normally travel to Barcelona to play 2 or 3 matches at Easter, and you'd be surprised how many play-ers can get by in Spanish! We also travelled to Germany earlier in the year to face yet anotherchallenging match.
Regular team members include:Mr Chambers (ICT)Mr Bloomfield, Mr Patey (Maths)Mr Brierly (Exp Arts)Mr Dipple, Mr Thomas (ex-LGS)Mr Berryman, Mr Matanda (Science)Mr Day, Mr Hately, Torster Schwaemmle (Languages)And occasionally Ms Tetlow
Our opposition has included teams from theCouncil, Hewlett Packard, Jupiter Sports Club,Barcelona, Chappels Music, Halfords, DenbighStaff, Year 13, Year 12, Year 11, Year 10 andmany others. So why not come along on aWednesday evening to support us? There are6,000 seats at the stadium (and most of themare usually empty!)
By Mr Chambers
-Baby Faces-Can you guess the teacher from the babyphotos? The answers are hidden in this
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Where the PainCan't Reach YouI glanced over the edge of the bridge onto themotorway below. Ten metres of sheer emptiness,before the concrete strip of reality beneath it. Theroad itself was bathed in pools of orange light.Every now and then a car would speed by, punc-tuating the eerie silence with a sense of urgency,a purpose.
I looked up to the stars, the bright pinpricks oflight piercing the infinite darkness that was thenight sky..
"Where's my purpose?" I muttered, more tomyself than anyone else. As I looked back overthe last few months of my life, I could see I'd beenmissing that. I think they call it 20/20 hindsight. Itried to remember when I last had a sense ofambition, had a goal, a life to look forward to.Where had all that gone?
I shut my eyes tightly, trying to block out every-thing, clear my mind. It didn't work. All I couldsee was the image of my step-dad, Jake, stag-gering through the front door of our semi yester-day afternoon, yelling orders left, right and cen-tre.
"Dinner ready yet? It better be!" he slurred, drunkas usual."Yes" I replied, abandoning my unfinished home-work."Danni, where's your mother?" Jake demanded."In bed, where do you think?" I retorted. He hadsuch a talent for asking the most pointless ques-tions. It wouldn't have mattered what my replywas anyway, as Jake had fallen restless, drunk-en sleep and was calling out some woman'sname. Sandra. I dismissed it with a sigh andretreated to the drab kitchen. As I began to getsome kind of meal together, I begun to wonderhow mum ever managed to get custody of me inthe first place. How was I going to get past myGCSE's? Whether I was going to see Ryan or nottonight.
I shut the front door as quietly as I could. Withany luck Jake and Mum would still be dead to theworld on my return. With any luck.
By Kathryn Entwistle
Being LonelyI feel like my life has no meaning anymoreBecause I have no one in my life.All my life I've been blocked out from the worldThroughout my life many people have looked aftermeBut none have ever loved me.
I've never realised how cruel this world could beIt's like everything is always my fault.Even when people stab me in the backIt's like my back has hurt their knife.
Everytime I try to get close to someoneThey just get rid of me like a bad bit of fruit.I am just an empty vase with no meaning of mypresence.I hate this world and everything about it.
I hate being lonely in this cruel worldBecause my heart sinks like a stone in water.When I see people getting love and attentionI just wish that I could get that kind of love.Just once in my life, just to see what it's like to beloved.
When I fall people never pick me up.When I'm sad people never cheer me up.And thar's what my whole life has been like.People never loving after me and caring for me.Nobody deserves to be lonely.
By Adam Gregory
Rainy DayFinally, a break in the intense, stormy rain clouds allowed a small ray of sunshine to burstthrough and shine down onto the sodden ground, in a desperate attempt to dry up the enor-mous puddles which had formed. Persistent rain and hail had battered the beautiful petuniasand the vibrant green of the freshly cut grass had been brutally transformed into a dirtybrown. Huge puddles had filled the cracks in the pavements and windows were covered inrain drops. The rain water gushed down the hill and simply ran straight across the tops ofthe drains as they were already over flowing disastrously.
After a few minutes of signs of a definite break between storms, I hurriedly got ready to makea run for town. I jumped into my bright red wellington boots, pulled on my navy blue raincoatover my three, thick, woolly jumpers. I wrapped my cosy green and yellow-striped scarfaround my bare neck, briskly pulled on my bright blue bobble hat, hurled my bag onto myback, grabbed my keys and swung out of the sopping wooden door.
As I scrambled along the deserted street, I heard rumbles of angry thunder in the distance.I had only just reached the rowdy pub at the end of the street, and there were threateningsigns of another distressing storm.
I began to briskly jog along the road in hope of reaching shelter before the rain began to fall,but without any delay, an enormous sweep of rain and hail came over my path. Huge clapsof threatening thunder followed monstrous flashes of lightening. I shot along the street. Myumbrella inside out and being no use at all somehow found its way beneath my feet and Itumbled onto the floor in an embarrassing heap.
As I lay on the freezing pavement, staring up into the violent skies, I summoned up thestrength to heave myself to my feet. Even though I had badly bumped my knee, I could notfeel the pain due to how hopelessly cold I was. My waterproof clothes had been totally use-less as the rain had soaked straight through to my underwear.
The rain began to ease and the time between thunder crashes lengthened, but I just couldnot face another scary spell like the last one. So, I picked myself up, and swept my hairbehind my ears. With my feet squelching at every step I took, I slowly began to hobble home.
By Beth Webster
There is Nothing Good About WarThe rotten stench of the dead bodies and still waterovercome the trenches,Crippled and almost paralysed we struggled through thedeath site, We barely stumbled through the French fields with ourmental and physical disabilities, The men marched on with no boots and drained ofenergy, Wondering how hard it will be to jump the next hurdle,The sound of shells behind kept us marching at a mod-erate pace,
GAS! It’s bloody GAS!
The extreme clumsiness of fitting gas masks was toolate for some including me,For where the green stench was tearing apart ourlungs, The internal bleeding sucked my team mate inside outwhile I watched, Unaware that the same process was happening to me,Painfully and slowly I melted, until death was ready totake me away,Out of the green smog appeared a murderer,Dressed in an army suit ready to take me away,
Helplessly I got hurled on to the back of a wagon, Giving me a couple of broken bones as well,Blindness took my eyes and all hope was lost.
War is a joke,Committing suicide for your Prime Minister,It's definitely not a game,Instead savagery and nonsense,There's nothing good about war.
By Luke Jenkins
The Soldiers PrayerDear Lord,I pray for the safety of these menWho sit and wait for their dying day, Amen.
I pray for the end of chaos and destruction,And to pay attention to my simple instruction."The people who cry most readily are always
the ones with the least feelings for others;They cry for themselves."
A quote from a woman, what a surprise, I'll giveyou a moment to summarise.If she was here, sitting in silence,Or looking over, watching the violence,She would not have said this,She would not have sent us away with a singlesolitary kiss.
The men who cry And don't know why,The shock of it all,No longer a ball.The women who wroteThat misgiving quote, Should sit and cry,And realise why.
"The only failure is not knowing how to behappy"
An invention, a fabrication, just like the other,That reminds you of the tales when you sat withyour mother.
I pray and pray,To you The Lord,To take me away, far, far away,And from around my wrists, remove the cordThat binds to this murderous war.
Dear Lord,I pray for the safety of these men,Who sit and wait for their dying day, Amen.
The fear on the men's faces,The destruction in their eyes,The tremour on their lips,Death is not a surprise.
By Sara Green
The Miltitary Services ActA little note to you from the conscientious objector,Who told you things wouldn't make it better.You say I'm weak, you say I'm scared,"Join the army it's time you cared."Thanks for the advice; I really appreciate it,"Yeah let’s go and die!" you arrogant twit.It's a waste of time; it's a waste of life,"Let’s go and die" forget your kids and wife.We get put in prison for our beliefs,"I'd rather be there," we sigh in relief."You stay at home and do women’s work youpansy!""You go to work and die!"great advice from me theConshie.The British flag, a marvellous thing,A united country, as round as a ring.You hold the flag, you hold it high,Get blown away, no time for "bye."You've got a gun, no training needed,Your victim’s dying, he can hardly feel it?Millions of men dead, from their stupidity and fool-ishness,"But you let them die from your own selfishness."It's a two-sided arguement; it's the real war,I'm the conscientious objector, I can't take it anymore.
By Joanna Barlow
FUTILITYDirty repellent rats screeching with joy at theirfood - the dead.Funereal repulsive lice crawl through life, lastinglonger then the soldiers do.Merciless solidified mud destroying evidence ofdeath and other horrors of war.Everlasting immoral Death, looming over soldierslike shadows.Sickening nauseating food, reminding you of thedestruction accomplished by soldiers.Deep obscure trenches, filled with death decom-posed, deteriorated bodies.Brave courageous soldiers beaten to their deathat the corresponding pace of the rain.Dark forbidding rocks represent skulls - bothindistinguishable.Bloodless murderous shells like the ticking of theclock, never missing a beat.Pallid passionless guns, no longer in it for thegame, the excitement.Deranged dispirited friends, not really worth making.Disheartened innocent life destroyed by an antag-onising phantom.
By Sarah Green
Life During the WarGnawing, clawing rats scurry ominously,Rotting, lice-ridden corpses scattered like confetti,Death ridden, life snatching trenches filled with devastating,Thrashing, driving rain, crashing down like bullets,Powerful, devastating guns roaring like lions
Corpse-filled, rotting shell holes filled with deathand pain,Inevitable, excruciating death, staring men in theface,Smashed, decaying skulls, innocent victims of war,Fathers, husbands, sons, and brothers like sittingducks.
By Joanna Barlow
The Amber Spyglass by Philip Pullman
The Amber Spyglass is the final book in a trilogy called His Dark Materials. The other two books areNorthern Lights and The Subtle Knife. Although this book could be read as a single novel, there aresome references to events in the earlier books, and the beginning of the book picks up where thelast one left off.
The Amber Spyglass follows the adventures of Will and Lyra, two children from different worlds,both with a destiny to fulfil. In the previous books, they have met people and creatures such asLorek Byrnison, Dr Mary Malone and Lee Scoresby. These characters appear in the story to helpthem, along with new ones such as the Gallivespians, hand-high spies with poison spurs. The chil-dren travel to different worlds using the knife that Will has in his possession which can cut throughthe air to reveal a "window" to another place.
Lyra is unaware of the impact she could have on the world and everything in it, including theAuthority (or God). Various organisations (including the church) are searching for Lyra, in the hopethey can manipulate her into doing their will. Her reaction and response to a story could change theworld. This story challenges what you believe, or thought you knew about death, God, our signifi-cance in the world and whether there are parallel worlds out there where things are slightly differ-ent.
This novel is very well written, and certainly makes you think.
By Kathryn Entwistle
Good Night Mr Tom by Michelle Magorian
Goodnight Mr Tom was written by Michelle Magorian. It is a heart-warming story set in World WarII. It is based in the British countryside where the evacuees were sent. I first read the book when Iwas eleven. I would say that age or maybe a little older is perfect for reading Goodnight Mr Tomsince it was quite upsetting in some places. Someone younger may find it very hard to understand,but I thinki either males or females would enjoy this book.
Michelle Magorian has captured the wartime feeling so well that I thought I was living in the story.She emphasises the characters’ accents in the way she writes by using apostrophes and commas.
Good Night Mr Tom is quite a sad story. It is very moving and really captures the feel and the emo-tion that wartime evacuees, and also grown-ups must have gone through.
By Beth Webster
HAVE A NICE DAY! by Mick Foley
Enter the world of Mick Foley: WWF Wrestling superstar, father of two and now best-selling author.This is his revealing and thoroughly entertaining life-story, which documents the Long Islander'supbringing through to his emergence as a wrestling superstar and hard-core legend.
What makes this book stand out from most other biographies is that Mr. Foley is an intelligent andlikeable person, who gives an honest and insightful account of his life without insulting the reader'sintelligence or blowing his own horn. His relaxed writing style is both captivating and witty. He offersa look behind the scenes of professional wrestling and gives detailed accounts of his bloodyescapades. These include hard-core matches in Japan, the battle in which he lost half of his earand the Foley perspective of his now famous WWF 'Hell in the Cell' match in 1998. Yet he still findsplenty of time to talk about his family life. Along the way, you will read about Foley's encounters withsome of the biggest names in wrestling including Ric Flair, Terry Funk, Stone-Cold Steve Austin andthe Undertaker. The wrestling anecdotes are hilarious, the gory details are fairly disgusting and thefamily stories are often quite touching.
This book is a must, for people who enjoy watching wrestling or even wrestler-wannabes and is def-initely worth a read even if you don't know a 'Fisherman's Suplex' from a 'Knife-Edge Powerbomb.'Many other wrestlers-turned-writers have tried to surpass Foley's writing achievement, includingThe Rock, Chyna and Goldburg, but Have a Nice Day! knocks them all out for the count. Bang!Bang!
By Andrew Blow
Library MonitorsThe library has a team of Year 8 and Year 9 helpers who give upsome of their break and lunchtimes to help in the library. We are alsovery lucky to have a senior library monitor, Martin Higgs (Year 12),who helps us with the desk and computers.
Each momitor is allocated an area of shelving within the library andthey are responsible for keeping this area tidy and shelving books.They are also able to help with other duties, such as covering books,creating displays and helping on the issue desk.
We are looking for more volunteers, particularly from Year 8. If youthink you might like to become a library monitor then come and seeme in the Learning Resource Centre.
Isabella Coles, Chartered Librarian
WRESTLINGWORLD WRESTLING FEDERATION & WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING
THE GREAT DEBATE: WHICH ONE IS BETTER?
After watching WWF & WCW for the last ten years I have come to the conclusion that the WCW isthe number-one wrestling organisation for several reasons that I will talk about in this article. I alsobelieve that both groups can be greatly improved so there is thriving competition within the wrestlingbusiness.
WCW's professional wrestlers are much more athletic and tal-ented than those in the WWF. In the terms of ability, strength,athleticism and overall charisma BOOKER T, SCOTT STEIN-ER, JEFF JARRETT, LANCE STORM, STING, GOLDBERGand BERT HART (now retired), DDP, KEVIN NASH, SIDVICIOUS and many other superstars are light-years ahead ofany of their WWF equivalents. WCW exemplifies youth, hardwork, realism, determination and proof that big is not alwaysbest.
Many of the WCW wrestlers are not recognised by many peo-ple, as they are less famous than the WWF ones. I can think ofmany wrestlers in WCW who deserve to be recognised includ-ing SEAN O' HAIRE, CHUCK PALUMBO, MARK JINDRAK,SHAWN STASIAK, MIKE AWESOME, GENERAL REACTION,ELIX SKIPPER, CHAVO GUERRERO JR., REY MISTERIOJR., BILLY KIDMAN , VAMPIRO, CROWBAR, KANYON, andmany others including CRUISERWEIGHTS. In the terms ofproduction WCW is flawed. For example, WCW only hasNITRO and THUNDER shows plus pay-per-view which are not shown in the UK. The WCWwrestling magazine is by far the best wrestling publication due to its information, facts, figures andthe intriguing interviews, showing what the wrestlers are really like.
Another thing is WCW tries to eliminate all this hullaballo and nonsense involved in the sports enter-tainment side of wrestling. For example, in the WWF, CHYNA is faking the injury to promote herawful book (unlike DROZ who is really paralysed). There is less emphasis on scantily clad womenand violence, which the WWF promotes. The WWF under-uses many of its superstars like D.LOBROWN, CHAZ, VAL VENIS, CHRIS JERICHO, CHRIS BENOIT, TAZZ, RAVEN, DEAN MALENKOand PERRY SATURN among others. The WWF promotes older wrestlers like the UNDERTAKER,STONE COLD STEVE AUSTIN, BILLY GUNN and RIKISHI. The WWF makes a mockery of its tal-ented wrestlers like the HARDYZ, EDGE/CHRISTIAN, KURT ANGLE, KANE, HHH, X-PAC and theBIG SHOW.
WCW wrestlers are scientific, technical and several WCW wrestlers are actually related: BOOKERT AND STEVE RAY (HARLEM HEAT), SCOTT STEINER and RICK STEINER and many other per-sonas reflect real life including SCOTT STEINER, BOOKER T , LANCE STORM and KEVIN NASH.Lastly the WCW is the superior wrestling company because, through the preservation and dedica-tion, it has managed to survive (unlike the ECW) through the years against the over-hyped WWF.
By Andrew Blow
HEROES OF MIGHT AND MAGIC IIIThe Restoration of Erathia
Theme: Strategy Time: Turn based
Enter the magical world of Erathia, where it seems the Dungeon Overloads are surfacing to "Takeover the world!" Well naturally someone has to stop them...someone with brains for tactics andempire building... someone who will overthrow the Evil Empire of cruel sorcerers and destructivemonsters once and for all!! Err, someone like you.
The game starts you off with a castle and a hero. You can move your hero around the map collect-ing resources, taking control of mines, sawmills, factories and starting fights. Now a hero alwayshas an army following him/her (even though you can't see them on the exploration map) and whenyou get into a battle, your army and your opponents’ forces battle it out. Your hero stands on thesidelines and you can get him/her to hurl a spell across the battlefield to help your army.
In your castle you build structures, recruit soldiers and quite a lot more. If you're a newcomer to theHeroes of Might and Magic series, it may sound very complicated at first, but as you get used to it,it seems quite simple.
This certainly lives up to its predecessor's in the Heroes of Might and Magic series (I myself theproud owner of Heroes of Might and Magic I, II, and the expansion pack II ), and it is worth getting.It's turn-based so you can have a multi-player game without having two computers and has a goodmap editor. The game isn't perfect though, as after a few months you may find yourself getting a lit-tle bit bored of it. But, on the whole it will give you hours of fun!
EffectIt has very original ideas. 89%
SoundA lovely soundtrack and good effects. 85%
GameplayIt deteriorates, but not quickly. Pretty challenging. 96%
GraphicsSuperb artistry on some of the castle pictures. 87%
OverallJust lacking a little bit to make it a best seller. 95%
By Jonathan Durnord
Revive also has its very own worship band, one of itsmembers being Lord Grey's very own Mr Hancock onhis funky pink guitar. The youth worship band per-forms at some of the events giving the young peoplean opportunity, a chance to get involved in their ownevent.
Every two months in Milton Keynes,around three hundred teenagersfrom across the city meet at The Pitzto worship God. Sounds boring? It’sanything but that! Revive hasrecently celebrated its tenth birth-day, and in that time it has been heldat the New Life Church in NewBradwell, the Oldbrook ChristianCentre and its home venue, The Pitzon Woughton Campus. Revive hasseen bands such as Shine (who youmay remember from their visit toLord Grey a couple of years ago),V*Enna and Glass, who get The Pitzand the young people there rockin'.Riding lights have performed drama,and there have been many speakerssuch as Tim Cutting, Drew and CallyCameron. They have all spoken toyoung people to inspire them to livefor God in MK.
Although much talent can be seen at Revive, its not just about thepeople. It's all about God. He is the reason young people from allcorners of MK and beyond come together and worship. The worshipthat happens at Revive is streets ahead of the worship you mightthink of - our worship is upbeat with the power of a band behind it.Through God, it has the power to reduce people to tears or give theman incredible high. Either way, it is an amazing experience.
Revive is also a social evening for people who go there. It gives them a chance tomeet up with people they wouldn't see otherwise, and make new friends, but moreimportantly friends in Christ. If you would like to find out more about Revive, thereis a web site. Visit Revive at www.revivemk.org.uk to find out more!
By Kathryn Entwistle
REVIVE
For a while he slept and dreamed of trees and flow-ers and girls with corn-silk hair. The trees werebright, fluffy, a mellow green. They blew gently inthe balmy, warm wind like balls of candy floss. Theleaves were glimmering and shimmering in thesunshine, the birds tweeted, twittered and sangtheir charming lullabies. Others were scouring thelong spiky grass for their slimy, luscious feast. Pinksquirming worms wiggled and wriggled hoping toplunge and be spared from the voracious, razor-sharp, petite beaks they were destined for.
The flowers were intense pink, purple, red, blue -an ocean of fragrant smelling beauties with claypollen and bees penetrating the flawless arrange-ment of pettles for their Queen’s majestic, bulbousbelly.
The girl ran through the bold, blossoming trees,idyllic song birds and oceans of flowers simpering.Running and springing she scampered like acavorting deer to a wall of ivy and thrusted into itrevealing a door, a door to Hell.
What had once been a village was a burning city ofpeople they were screaming, squealing like a pig ina slaughter house. Their pitiful bodies, the energyof a scorching fire. The fire eddied and swirled outof control, spoiling captivating cottages, blackeninga field of azure blue sky, choking trees in its violentpath.
When he looked back at the pretty, young girl shefocused into the devastation and shed a tear, a tearof laughter. Her laughter applauded loudly the hor-ror of the smouldering citizens. Her laugh echoedthrough the valley, it trembled the ground he stoodon. Her body shook as though she was a victim ofepilepsy, her ribs expanding alongside her roarouslaugh, deep as the sea, high as a nail on a black-board. It was pure pleasure from the devastation.Her innocent face, hair and body resembled anangel, her heart was that of Satan, sickened withpoison, poison for the tragedy of others.
By Naomi Sinclair
He drew his legs, hugging them tightly into hischest, and dropped his head onto his knees. He feltno remorse at denying shelter to that creature; onlythose with souls had the right to survive. For awhile he closed his eyes, and let his thoughts roamover what could have been, his glorious future. He,Paul Mandrake, rising above the crowd, hailed as ahero, the head of a victorious army. He would beknown in years to come as the man who savedhumanity.
Like a huge thunder storm on a hot, sultry Augustnight, the light flashed and then a petrifying whinestarting off in the distance but quickly homing in onhim. Paul's senses come back to him. Should Irun? He tried to move, but his legs flayed useless-ly, his whole body felt detached from his mind.
Sitting in the freezing alcove, Paul could only waitfor his certain fate, his breath coming in short rat-tling gasps, his heart fluttered like a trapped bird.There was noise all around him. Screams piercedthe darkness. The noise of the thunder vibrated thebroken buildings protecting his battered body. Howhad he got himself trapped like this? This was notin his master plan. Paul closed his eyes andthought about the day that would turn out to be thelast day of his miserable existence.
Paul had collected the package of death on his wayto the station. "This will make you famous in our lit-tle community" Shaun knowingly whispered. "It willmake up for your failure last time."
The last thing that Paul saw before his tortured soulleft his bloodied body was the broken watch onwhat remained of his wrist: it had stopped at seventhirty-four.
In the street outside of Euston station a lone figurein a thin green jacket stood slightly apart from thethrong of police and ambulances. His eyes neverleaving the scene of carnage spoke into his mobilephone. "Shaun this is Semus. The snake won't becoming back to Ireland.”
Tomorrow's Child
Lower SixthGeography Field Trip
Oct 2000Wet Wet Wet
Despite the lashing rain and the occasional clap of thunder this Geographyfield trip to Dartmoor, Devon was a very enjoyable time. It was by no means the
easy week that many members of the group anticipated. Instead, it was late to bed,early to rise and with many miles of map to be covered.
There were many interesting tasks, activities and places to visit on the trip, ranging fromdecision-making exercises in Plymouth to investigating types of flora in a bog, each asfun and educational as the other.
After a hard days fieldwork we would return to the house, where Carl Miller would makemany attempts to light the wood-burning fire and eventually failed miserably. Once NigelHandyside had rescued Carl and lit the fire we would set about writing up the days’ activi-ties. This consisted of plotting graphs, drawing maps and filling in tables, which would provevital to the forthcoming course work. The evening work was split up into two parts, beforeand after dinner. The dinner consisted of a large variety of dishes, which according to theHead Chef (Nigel Handyside) were enough to put the likes of Raymond Blanc to shame.
Once we had finished working (9-10pm) the rest of the evening was up to us. While manyof the group would retreat to the arctic conditions of the boys dormitory, a few of uswould remain in the warm and challenge the teachers to a game of Contact Solo. Thiswould end up with Nigel claiming his defeat was due to exceptional tiredness, thengoing to bed early to prove his point. When the rest of us finally retired, the boyswould spend hours discussing current affairs and putting the world to rights, untilconversation seized to a halt.
With the majority of us glad to leave the bleak conditions of Dartmoor, hav-ing had a thoroughly enjoyable time, we set off back to Milton Keynes
all feeling ready for a restful weekend.
If you are considering taking geography as an A Level atLord Grey School, then I would highly recommend it,
not least for the week in Dartmoor.
By Steven Allsopp
Sixth Form Longrigg Trip July 2000We woke up first to quite a bleary Monday morning, a feeling that soon cleared andcheered when it dawned that it wasn’t an ordinary start to a school week. No, insteadthe immediate prospect of a rugged few days of intrepid outdoor activities in the wildsof the North Yorkshire Moors was what we found facing us. Quite a pleasing prospecttoo.
We met up early in MK Central Railway Station with cups of cappuccino and chocolatefor breakfast. We might need energy for all those moors, hill walks, river scrambles,canoeing expeditions, cave explorations, mountain climbs and abseils. On board thetrain it was gratifying to see the staff had done some sort of deal and secured first classaccommodation for us, both outward and return. The consensus was that this was cer-tainly what we all deserved. So we were wined, dined and our every other little needwas pandered to; luxury we soon become accustomed to.
We were brought back to reality at the other end when the Longrigg commandant triedto organise us into mini buses for the remaining leg of the journey in more of a brusque,military fashion. I suppose he had to let us know who was in charge though.
We soon discovered we had our own pad, on arriving at a large converted stone barnon the outskirts of a hill farm. We were pretty well equipped too. Earlier, we had beendivided into groups of three outside the local Tescos, and each of the groups had beenprovided with £60. We set out buying the provisions needed for evening meal cookingand packed lunch making, each glancing at the contents of others trolleys as we passedin the aisles. Some of us seemed to have some strange recipes in store!
We were staying in a converted barn in the middle of nowhere. The building had thefeel of an old monastry. The converted barn was good and there was already a prom-ised final night party to look forward to. We set about bagging bunks and rooms.
Not much time to rest though for the commandant had other plans that included a fif-teen mile yomp up and down a nearby hill/mountain. Anyone who had not spent monthson training was left gasping.
Over the week activities became increasingly death defying as we discovered ourselvesin a harness, lowering ourselves cautiously (some in abject terror) over the edges ofimmensly tall railway viaducts and the like. Wedged, crawling on the stomach in tight,pitch black tunnels miles underground with a shallow flowing stream filing cave suit andwellies was a claustraphobic experience not to be missed.
All in all we experienced an excellent week with people learning to face up to some realfears and overcoming them (well all of them exept the prospects of actually trying to eatthe one disgusting evening meal that one group who shall remain nameless decidedto concoct for us. NO-ONE could eat a second mouthful!
The final party was unmissable too although I'm sure some of us has clearer memoriesof that particular event than others!
By Steven Allsopp
HaikuOne frosty morning
A snowman was being builtIn the deep deep snow
On a windy nightOwls were howling at the sky
Looking for a mouse
The crunchy leaves fallLittle children playing games
Stack the leaves high
The snow is whiteAs it settles on the ground
Laying calm and still
The wind whistles loudLeaves blow around the forest
The trees are now bare
The dry leaves tumbleSwirling in the stone cold wind
Winter is soon here
Summer is overI have to go back to school
I like the summer
The warm spring rain fellOn the little bluebell's head
And bounced off slowly
The Fox Hunt
The soft breeze gently ruffles his fur.As he waits, watching for his mother.The fox cub starts sniffing the air.His cold, wet nose twitching, trying to pick up her scent.His ears picking up every noise.He freezes.Something’s not right.Hound dogs.He turns around, every muscle contractedParalyzed with fear.His copper tail hanging low between his powerful rear legs.His amber eyes burn into the approaching, blood-thirsty dogs.He turns his tail and runs, his heart in his throat.He can feel the sanguinary breath, hot against his fur.
By Toni West
My Body
I saw her lying there surrounded by velvet.So peaceful.Her creamy white face perched on the spot pillow.Her rosy lips in a smile.Her eyes sealed by her eyelashes.Her hair cascaded over her smooth shoulders.Tears stung my eyes and blemished my view ofthis girl.The coffin lid was gently closed and lowered intothe ground.The body...The girl's body....My body.
By Toni WestA Sonnet on the Tower Block
The Tower block dominates the landscape, Aerials cluttered along the whole roof.People's views this building cannot escape,To say it is useless is a disproof.Shooting up high, it seems to never end,It looks slightly tiresome, clad in grey brick.But to humanities, help it can lend,As the building can help make your mind tick.Languages too has part of this tower,Guten tag, willkommen zu das Turm block.Although it is no real spring flower,It still has many miles left on the clock.It's now an every day part of life, And its image is still sharp as a knife.
By Harry Sherratt
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