Nerve-WEA Reviewers Group
New members welcome: it's informal and free and the emphasis is on reviewing
things (not always art) together, swapping ideas, then writing your own
review which is presented to the group next time for feedback from everyone.
WEA tutor John Daly says: "We are trying to learn from each other
what makes an effective review. A group brings out more ideas."
The group meets at Leaf Café, Bold Street, on Fridays 11am - 1pm
Contact: John Daly via: urbanpotterer@btinternet.com
The Strawberry Duck by Mike Naidoo
The Strawberry Duck is a pub a few hundred metres from Entwistle station
on the Manchester to Sheffield line. The train will only stop if the conductor
is told in advance - a request stop. If one looks back whilst walking
up the short slope to the pub, the platform looks derelict and abandoned.
The pub itself, despite its colourful name, is dowdy and run-down, but
it appeared in 'Inns of Character in Lancashire' (30p), probably published
in the 70s.
The guide says the inn is not residential, but I spent a memorable summer
weekend there in the early 80s. A lively real-ale pub, the Sunday Buffet
included a whole salmon ceremoniously laid out for the guests to help
themselves.
The guide also notes that in the area 'there are three beautiful lakes,
rolly hills and plenty of fishing'.
It is on those 'rolly hills' that our Wednesday Walking Group has roamed
a couple of times this year. On the first occasion the pub was closed,
but the second time it was open with plenty of diners. The food looked
processed and heavy on the chips. The pub also follows the current trend
to annoy everyone entering by playing noisy music of the sort the mostly
middle-aged and elderly would never have chosen.
So continues the decline and slow death of the 'Olde Worlde' pub, The
Strawberry Duck.
Darts and me by Mark Iddon
I've been a darts player for five to six years and I play for a team
called Mosley Arms. There are 12 members in our team and the regular members
all get on well.
The atmosphere in the matches is great. It is tense and exciting when
the score is 4-4 and you want your team to win…
Some players can get 'Dartitis'. This means they can't let go of the darts.
It's a horrible thing to happen and it can be embarrassing when people
laugh. I'm glad it's never happened to me.
Some dartboards can cost up to £50. The one we play on is a Winman
Diamond.
‘Buy the Book’ by Diane Jansen
This review was written after hearing a visiting speaker
A friendly smile would have been
Nice to see
At St Bride's the church by me.
Let's sit and have a pew
This seat is reserved but not for you.
Dead Sea scrolls and Jewish Jesus
Was the topic of the day
I'm here to sell my book
'Only ten pounds for a look'
As you can see this talk wasn't
For me
It's all in the name of philosophy!
A Personal View of the Course by Joe Coventry
Not having put pen to paper in any artistic sense for many years I found
this course very instructive. Every aspect of producing reviews was covered,
including written, visual and spoken exercises, to bring out a rounded
approach to critically assessing topics.
The group was very interactive and appreciated the light, but constructive,
teaching approach.
At the end of sessions personal thoughts on development were compared
with initial starting comments and we could clearly see that progress
had been made.
Well done the WEA for providing the opportunity for this experience.
Joe has been writing reviews for Nerve since January 2012
Taking Grandchildren to the Allotment by Sue H.
Here we go, tramping along the muddy paths in our wellies - pink flowery
ones for Caiti, who's five, Thomas the Tank Engine for Cami, aged three.
First, Ritchie gives us the Tour - spuds doing nicely, some onions bolted,
spinach devoured by slugs and pigeons.
"Now, would you like to plant some seeds?" says Ritchie. "OK"
they say - so each is given trays of beetroot and spinach seeds.
"Space them out in a straight line like this."
"No Cami, not in a big clump all together."
"That's perfect Caiti. Don't press them in - we'll cover them with
soil in a minute.
“No Cami, don't press them in. That's very good Caiti."
Uh oh, one of the trays is kicked over - tiny seeds all over the path.
"Never mind Cami, we'll pick them up."
"Now, let's pull up some onions that are ready - no Cami, not that
one - this one over here. Well done Caiti!"
Onions sorted at last, they want to water everything.
It's been pissing down with rain and the ground is soaked, but watering
is their favourite job, so out come the watering cans and everything is
drenched again, including our legs.
Cami's getting hungry - we know the signs - bashing things with sticks;
so off we go for baked potatoes and beans.
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