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themissinghat. So. Bizarre.

In other oddball news, today in assembly the orchestra unexpectedly struck out in a full brass-band version of the school song, complete with oom-pa-pa and a little *ting* from something shiny. I'm not sure why, but it was simply hilarious at the time. And then later they played some famous overture whose name I forgot, and the conductor looked like he was having a siezure, and we just cracked up laughing. For some reason that whole assembly was just full of teh funny.

It also reminded me of a strange dream I meant to recount. There was a whole crowd of us standing in the hall just inside the main entrance to the school, outside C4. The way was blocked by two lines of teachers, and in the middle of them stood Mr Thompson The Deputy. They suspected that Ms Varady The Principal was dead in her office, but nobody wanted to go in and check. Eventually Mr Thompson asked very seriously "Does anyone have a handkerchief?" and I gave him one. He took a run up and cricket-bowled it to Mr Cleaver, who was crouching near the reception area and kicked it onto a cupboard. Then everyone sort of stood around feeling stupid.

No, I have no idea either.

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