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01:53:15 pm on May 20, 2008 |
Been marking year 8 exam papers, just thought I’d share a some of the more insightful answers from the children of East London.
Q: What are your human rights?
A: To be on the social
Q: Who is the Prime Minister?
A1: George Bush
A2: Golden Brown
Q: Which political party is currently in power?
A: The inchargeables
Why is the cost of food rising, not just in this country, but globally?
A: Because the foreigners come and take all our jobs.
Q:How can drinking effect your health?
A: It can make you do a silly.
Q: Give two positive out-comes of the smoking ban.
A1: So the babies will stop smoking
A2: So that people will stop cheating at board games.
…bring on generation X!
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08:58:51 am on May 1, 2008 |
So…Grand Theft Auto 4, it’s tipped to break gaming sales records, it’s had record breaking reviews from those who’ve given it a test drive, the graphics are apparently unimaginably good, it’s more violent and depraved than ever before. Is anyone else guiltily intrigued (and I’m not even interested in computer games as a rule)?
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12:13:00 pm on April 22, 2008 |
Heard this documentary on Radio 4 last Friday and thought that it made for some very interesting (if a little disconcerting) listening. These kids are something else! You can only access ‘listen again’ for up to a week so if you want to listen to it you’ll need to do so by this Friday. Follow this link:
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06:02:05 pm on April 13, 2008 |
Thames Water Melon
And there we see it, the boy and I,
as we sit on a sight-seeing tour boat.
We see the sight of a watermelon
drifting a-bob, current carried in the chilly water.
It is wandering straight down the middle like a
tourist from much warmer climbs who
(enthralled by all that architecture)
doesn’t know the rule about staying on the left.
London’s steely eye stares down at us,
the boy, the melon, the river and I.
We stare back.
As the boy and I head west up river, the melon
heads east in the direction of the sea and the beautiful
city stands proudly to attention to the north and south.
And beneath us, beneath the boy, the boat, the melon and I
lies the murk and the muck.
The treasure trove that is the river bed,
lined with litter, secrets, dark things and the bones of the dead.
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10:56:21 am on April 5, 2008 |
So I’ve moved central. I’ve been in SE1 a couple of months now, living in Bermond-on-sea and, though I’m a Londoner born ‘n’ bred (Penge -SE20-…yes it’s a place not a swear word), I’ve never lived so close to father Thames and the famous old things.
I’m right near Tower Bridge and the Tower of London, my heart still skips a beat every time I walk past that place. The things that have gone down within those (by 21st century standards diminutive looking) walls. I often think about Queen Liz (the original), my ginger idol; Walter Raleigh and other prisoners; the centuries of secrets and lies and the decisions taken to preserve or destroy human lives. After all of this drama there’s me, hovering around the walls because the tour’s too expensive, trying to digest a prawn mayo sarnie that won’t stop repeating on me. The other thing that I’ve noticed is the daily encounter I have with my fellow citizens who are rough sleeping and begging. I grew up expecting to see people begging in the tourist hot spots when I ‘go up town’. Now that I live in town I am noticing these people properly again for the first time. (More …)
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