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Page 138 The Morrisonian | 07/08 School Trips Advanced Higher London Trip The English trip of 2007 to London was an unforgettable experience. We set off on a Friday with the excited Mr O’Kane, the prepared Mrs Riddell and three eager-to-learn students: Catie Gray, Vicky Trip and I (Helen Andrews). The first day was one of constant travel, which in truth meant getting lost a lot, especially when relying on Mr O’Kane’s map (reminiscent of crumpled toilet paper). I have an aptitude for being ill on any form of transport. This became a well-honed skill by the time Sunday evening hailed the end of the trip. First Mr O’Kane’s car was used to take us to the airport. There was also a small detour on the winding road back to our driver’s home as he had forgotten the essential requirement for any trip: his mobile phone. This part of the journey involved Mrs Riddell and I swapping seats so that she sat in the back. I then played with the air conditioning windows so that I was receiving a sufficient windblast to distract me from my increasing nausea. Meanwhile, Mr O’Kane began his mockery of Mrs Riddell by explaining that she had been quoting an article in an unnamed newspaper which stated that there were deadly mosquitoes in the London underground, all the way from Africa. I think not. On parking at the airport, Mr O’Kane made sure one of his wheels was definitely in the neighbouring parking space. We then proceeded, after much confusion, in the direction of the airport bus station while Mr O’Kane went to retrieve his phone (again) from his car. The plane took off soon after our arrival, thankfully with us on-board. We were offered refreshments, so naturally Vicky and I said yes to everything. Catie however, on inspecting the limp pickle in one of our sandwiches, refused flatly. It was only an hour-long flight; however I found I could not look out of the window as we veered left and right swooping up and down in a somewhat unnecessary fashion before landing in London’s Docklands. The train to the subway was fairly straightforward, allowing us a view of some of the less spectacular sights of London i.e. building sites and derelict, crusty buildings. We emerged from the filthy, roasting, mosquito-ridden underground station at Lancaster Gate, trundling our suitcases behind us without a clue as to where we were staying. After enquiring of a hotel in the same chain, a newsagent, a taxi driver and other random passers-by, Mr O’Kane finally allowed Mrs Riddell to summon a taxi – but only after we had walked along the street the hotel was on, twice. It was clean, quiet and near Hyde Park. Vicky, Catie and I jumped in the lift to dump our luggage and go to the Park. Mrs Riddell went to find the shops on Oxford Street and Mr O’Kane went for a run…in the sweltering heat. After an hour or so we headed back, realising how much money we had spent on food that day already. We then proceeded to Leicester Square to spend more on dinner. The students went off for a pizza and our teachers headed off to the (even) more expensive side of town, stopping briefly to interrogate two policemen about further directions. Clearly the visitors from Crieff had not quite adapted to the metropolitan way of life yet. We waited for our teachers to meet us at our designated spot and tried to find a bald, tall man in a white t-shirt with an attractive woman. It’s fascinating how many men are bald, tall and wearing white. They were not all, however standing next to attractive women – so we found Mr O’Kane fairly easily. Our voyage continued on foot in search of the Fortune Theatre. Again, Mr O’Kane pulled out his flimsy scrap of paper. We followed his directions until Mrs Riddell grew tired. The production of ‘The Woman in Black’ started and ended with the sounds of my coughing. It was supposed to be a scary play, but I think the only people who were scared were those directly in front of my splutterings. At half time Vicky, Catie and I bought overpriced icecreams and read the programme. When the play came to the end we agreed it was not as scary as a) predicted and b) my advancing pleurisy. Promptly afterwards we hurried back to the hotel. Catie then suggested that she, Vicky and I sneak out to ‘the clubs’ after the teachers went to bed. Vicky and I, aghast at her plan, maturely decided against it and fell asleep a few minutes later (…at least that was the agreed version). Helen Andrews We woke bright eyed and bushy tailed on Saturday morning, as clearly instructed, and met the teachers downstairs for breakfast. We then headed to Shakespeare’s Globe where we would spend the main part of the day: looking round an exhibition and having a tour of the theatre in the morning before watching a matinee performance of
Advanced Higher London Trip ‘The Merchant of Venice’. The prospect of practically the whole day spent at the theatre did not seem particularly enticing, even if it was an English trip, but on the arrival at the Globe we decided that we had never seen such a magnificent theatre and our tour turned out to be surprisingly interesting. No, seriously. Afterwards we discovered a nearby market where we had a deliciously fatty lunch of extremely chocolaty brownies and German bratwursts. Helen managed to get herself into a terrible mess and en route back to The Globe we were rather sidetracked by a rather serious ketchuprelated emergency. Fortunately we managed to get Helen cleaned-up and arrived at the theatre in time to see ‘The Merchant of Venice’- a threehour long yet highly entertaining Shakespearean classic. After the play we had been promised a stop at the shops so marched with impressive speed through London so as to cram in as much shopping time as possible. En route we stopped at a few places, mostly to play at filling in the street names ourselves on Mr O’Kane’s ‘highly reliable’ street map and also at St. Paul’s cathedral to ‘take in some culture’. We then insisted that we had experienced quite enough culture for the day, thank you very much, and hurried off to the shops on the arrival at Covent Garden. An hour later, we had arranged to rendezvous with the teachers. The meal was thoroughly enjoyable and the conversation was… riveting. After a five-hour in-depthdiscussion involving input from Mr O’Kane, Mr O’Kane and Mr O’Kane, our group leader decided he had not blessed us with his conversation enough for one night and continued to share with us his ‘pearls of wisdom’ at the hotel before he bid us goodnight and, verging on emotionally drained, we headed up to bed. Victoria Tripp We woke up on Sunday morning with an important mission: shopping. With single determination we took the journey through the underground to Oxford Street Station and headed out into shopping heaven. For a few moments we simply basked in the sight of all the different shops: Topshop… Selfridges… Primark!!! Not to mention many, many more. Our early morning start turned out fine. We had a lazy breakfast, and dawdled down the endless road to Primark for just after its opening at 11:30. I will only say that it was immense and full of clothes. If that doesn’t tell you we managed to spend all our shopping time there, nothing will. At this point we had a hasty lunch before running off to the Tate Gallery. We ran down Oxford Street, jumped aboard a train straight to St Paul’s and then quite literally raced all the way to the Tate School Trips The Morrisonian | 07/08 Page 139
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