Monday, August 20, 2012
When I was a kid back in those dark dim distant days of glorious youth the pupils from Kenton Bar Primary School went to France in year 6(the last year-year 4 as we knew it)...I meinself went...we went by coach which left from outside the Roman Cathlic Church in Kenton-I do believe pupils from St Cuthberts Primary went on the same trip, but I cant be sure...we went to Cherborg in Brittany and visited the island of St Malo I recall...a bit like Holy Island in that it became an island once the tide went out...so we learnt French at Kenton Bar School...
leve la man dwat!
leve la man gauch!
assai i vous!
eel fe fwa!
eel fe chaut!
keler et eel?
Ju mapel Mensforth...
Par le vous onglare?
So then we went to Kenton Comp and had the headstart...so we thought...
then they killed it by making us learn French grammer...why?you only need to learn spoken foreign language for practical purposes?...
then I had Mr Lutman...
all he did was make us play bingo in french and obey those bloody stupid commands above:
Put up your left hand!
Put up your right hand!
It is hot!
It is cold!
what was the bloody point of us learning that?...neither use nor ornament!
and anyway, what was the point of doing bloody French?
Only the southerners go to France on holiday-the half tongued Geordie goes to Benidorm and such...we should have learned Spanish...
Posted by ghost of mensforth @ Monday, August 20, 2012