They played ‘Hotel California’, as a finale, and as we packed our things to leave the hall we sang, ‘Welcome to the Hotel California! Such a lovely place, such a lovely face!’ with guns pointing at us. ‘I hate it,’ a girl in my class said when we were out of the door. ‘I hate this heat! Look what it’s done to my make-up, it’s all dripping on my face, like I’m some dead person covered in mud.’
