MAD-RID

After the name on some T-shirts we had made. It was also MAD…

When I studied for my BTEC National Diploma in Graphic Design at Southfields College / Leicester School of printing, a trip to Madrid by coach was organised in our second & final year.

This was by coach from Leicester to Madrid, so the journey down became a bit hellish. Long, uncomfortable and after the Pyrenees very hot. Even in May.

At the time, back home, my Dad was ill – although at the time we didn’t know it was lung cancer. So I suppose either I was naive or just oblivious. The innocence of youth? He was to pass away on the 13th June.

Meanwhile in Madrid practically none of the itinerary arranged by the course tutors, went to plan. I think they also saw it as an opportunity to let go a bit. Indeed some of them went off to nightclubs with the students. Wouldn’t happen now…

Only one visit happened, which was to a local graphic design college, who weren’t expecting us.
Oh and we visited the Prado Art Museum… but in reality we only spent 30 minutes there, before discovering the open air bars in the park next door. We survived mainly on McDonalds and our own-made sandwiches… Oh and Cerveza…

The time was full of memories, I think those on our course were very cliquey so I hung round with the same people and didn’t really talk to a lot of others on the course. Others did like-wise. In the main it was a class divide… inevitable in the graphic design field. To this day I hate cliques…

After a visit to Segovia… my one main memory was of the weird top of the class lad, called Wayne running while pushing a trolley from a supermarket we had stopped at, towards the coach. It was piled high with packs of beer… Need I say more? :o)

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