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The Day of The Jackal
CONFIDENTIAL - for your eyes only
Venue
A pupil's lounge in Cowplain, Southern England
Agenda
Teacher coaches pupils for forthcoming Examination
Briefing
Final plans are made for the upcoming Graded
Exam...
Briefing by Derek continues...
"OK people, we've got an exam to do. We're gonna burst
into that room one at a time and we're gonna spray notes all
over the dude..."
Having reassured my pupils that all would be well in their
forthcoming exams, we discussed meeting in the exam practice
room, and I handed out a checklist for the day of the exam,
including a list of things to bring - guitar, music and footstool.
I mentioned that the exam room would have a music stand, though
the practice room would not.
Now I don't know what sort of music stands you have where
you come from, but most of the cheaper ones round here are
chromed metal and a little flimsy. Having broken such a cheap
one by piling my Workshop music onto it, one pupil - I'll
call him Rich (after all, that's his name...) had bought a
very expensive and very substantial one. When erected, the
top is a solid sheet of black metal, perforated with holes.
To be honest, if you lay it down flat, it looks like you could
barbecue a meal for four on it. As we keep reminding him.
And the tripod base is telescopic with all sorts of things
that slide, click and screw most satisfyingly. It is a fine
piece of engineering and a pleasure to own. It exudes quality.
It packs flat and can be carried in a black briefcase.
It was only seeing Rich assembling the stand that we all
realised that it was fitting together with the click, twist
and precise clunk of a dozen assorted parts that you see in
the cinema when the spy assembles a tank-busting rifle from
a small attaché case.
But we were mistaken, of course. Legs apart and standing
on the floor without the music holder, it was obviously a
mortar launcher.
I'll stop Rich from taking it into the exam room. I think
the examiner might end up cowering behind the desk.
But all is not lost. We expect the Day Of The Exam to become
another Forsyth Spy Film "The Day Of The Chuckle"