I see police cars, The Standard van, congesting in front of a restaurant with the tacky name of "Asian Pacific Restaurant". Down the road came the sirens of ambulances and the buzzing of police on motorbikes. And then there they were in their PE uniforms and brightly coloured backpacks. It was field trip day at The Grand Stage. Which coincidently is where I am supposed to be partaking in the High Table Dinner tonight at seven, the time I leave Click Clock.