A rose, by any other name, would smell as sweet.
William Shakespeare
Thursday, 23 April 2009
Wednesday, 15 April 2009
CONDITIONALS
This is the last grammar presentation of the year: Conditionals. A bit of fresh air after the reported speech and the passive. Have a look.
Conditionals
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Wednesday, 1 April 2009
THE SONG OF THE DAY
I think the sentences which are most used by our students are
1. Are we going to watch a movie?
2. Are we going to listen to a song?
And our answer, most of the days, is a simple no, with that funny face after the third same question. Today, my "Bohemian" students-with all my love- asked me that. And my answer was again no, knowing that I only needed time to look for the right song on the youtube site. Boston's Rock 'n' Roll Band.
Sunday, 29 March 2009
SLIDESHARE
The website SlideShare, which I use to upload my powerpoint presentations, has shown my passive voice presentacion on the education community section as an outstanding work during this weekend. Little nice piece of news for today!
Friday, 27 March 2009
ENGLISH IS ALL AROUND US
English all around us
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This is the English project for Easter holidays: Bring the camera with you and take all the pics related to all the things that surround us in English. Enjoy and click!!
Friday, 6 March 2009
FOOD FOR THOUGHT LISTENING
This is the listening you have to do for the Unit. Answer the questions in your book and submit the correct options as a comment with your name included or an e-mail . Your deadline is Friday, 13th for 2nd D and Tuesday, 17th for 2nd C.
Sunday, 1 March 2009
REPORTED SPEECH
The information of this ppt has been taken from Practical English Usage, by Michael Swan, published by OUP, just in case you need to expand your knowledge about Reported Speech. Leave a comment if you have any question.
Thursday, 26 February 2009
BAGPIPE MUSIC, by Louis MacNeice
A poem I read when I studied at uni. Today I've found it again by chance and I thought on sharing it with you. From one of the poets of the thirties poets - W. H. Auden, Sander, and C.D. Lewis, among others-, Louis MacNiece, Irish and playwright, and a very quite interesting character. I hope you get and grasp the meaning, even if it looks like a light poem, it's not, and includes sharp criticism. What do you think about it?
It's no go the merrygoround, it's no go the rickshaw,
All we want is a limousine and a ticket for the peepshow.
Their knickers are made of crepe-de-chine, their shoes are made of python,
Their halls are lined with tiger rugs and their walls with head of bison.
John MacDonald found a corpse, put it under the sofa,
Waited till it came to life and hit it with a poker,
Sold its eyes for souvenirs, sold its blood for whiskey,
Kept its bones for dumbbells to use when he was fifty.
It's no go the Yogi-man, it's no go Blavatsky,
All we want is a bank balance and a bit of skirt in a taxi.
Annie MacDougall went to milk, caught her foot in the heather,
Woke to hear a dance record playing of Old Vienna.
It's no go your maidenheads, it's no go your culture,
All we want is a Dunlop tire and the devil mend the puncture.
The Laird o' Phelps spent Hogmanay declaring he was sober,
Counted his feet to prove the fact and found he had one foot over.
Mrs. Carmichael had her fifth, looked at the job with repulsion,
Said to the midwife "Take it away; I'm through with overproduction."
It's no go the gossip column, it's no go the Ceilidh,
All we want is a mother's help and a sugar-stick for the baby.
Willie Murray cut his thumb, couldn't count the damage,
Took the hide of an Ayrshire cow and used it for a bandage.
His brother caught three hundred cran when the seas were lavish,
Threw the bleeders back in the sea and went upon the parish.
It's no go the Herring Board, it's no go the Bible,
All we want is a packet of fags when our hands are idle.
It's no go the picture palace, it's no go the stadium,
It's no go the country cot with a pot of pink geraniums,
It's no go the Government grants, it's no go the elections,
Sit on your arse for fifty years and hang your hat on a pension.
It's no go my honey love, it's no go my poppet;
Work your hands from day to day, the winds will blow the profit.
The glass is falling hour by hour, the glass will fall forever,
But if you break the bloody glass you won't hold up the weather.
All we want is a limousine and a ticket for the peepshow.
Their knickers are made of crepe-de-chine, their shoes are made of python,
Their halls are lined with tiger rugs and their walls with head of bison.
John MacDonald found a corpse, put it under the sofa,
Waited till it came to life and hit it with a poker,
Sold its eyes for souvenirs, sold its blood for whiskey,
Kept its bones for dumbbells to use when he was fifty.
It's no go the Yogi-man, it's no go Blavatsky,
All we want is a bank balance and a bit of skirt in a taxi.
Annie MacDougall went to milk, caught her foot in the heather,
Woke to hear a dance record playing of Old Vienna.
It's no go your maidenheads, it's no go your culture,
All we want is a Dunlop tire and the devil mend the puncture.
The Laird o' Phelps spent Hogmanay declaring he was sober,
Counted his feet to prove the fact and found he had one foot over.
Mrs. Carmichael had her fifth, looked at the job with repulsion,
Said to the midwife "Take it away; I'm through with overproduction."
It's no go the gossip column, it's no go the Ceilidh,
All we want is a mother's help and a sugar-stick for the baby.
Willie Murray cut his thumb, couldn't count the damage,
Took the hide of an Ayrshire cow and used it for a bandage.
His brother caught three hundred cran when the seas were lavish,
Threw the bleeders back in the sea and went upon the parish.
It's no go the Herring Board, it's no go the Bible,
All we want is a packet of fags when our hands are idle.
It's no go the picture palace, it's no go the stadium,
It's no go the country cot with a pot of pink geraniums,
It's no go the Government grants, it's no go the elections,
Sit on your arse for fifty years and hang your hat on a pension.
It's no go my honey love, it's no go my poppet;
Work your hands from day to day, the winds will blow the profit.
The glass is falling hour by hour, the glass will fall forever,
But if you break the bloody glass you won't hold up the weather.
Tuesday, 3 February 2009
NADAL vs. FEDERER
Not being a great fan of sports, and not understanding a ball from tennis, I saw a bit of the Australia Open Final, as I suppose most of you did. Yesterday, someone made me thought on Nadal speaking in English. Maybe his pronunciation is not the best in the world, but he does quite well. Federer as well -remember he's Swiss-. So, why not to improve our English by listening to them?
This entry is dedicated to my upside-down friend, san.
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