the sunday times has really got me going today with a patently, blatently misguided and stupid feature on special scchools (not available online – see sunday times 12 june 05, p.13). it speaks out against integration. well, duh. of course integration isn’ working. when done properly, integration can and will work, no matter what some stupid paren might say. however, It mustt be done correcctly, and all students must be supported as their needs dictate. the fact that some kids might be having a tough time, and some particulrly stupid parents may want to mollycoddle their kids, is no reason to conclude that incusion doesn’t work. incclusion is a damn sight ccheapeer and academiccally more beneficial than sennding childdren to some dead end cripple ranch whicch innately fail kids. this article also favours loccking people with learning difficulties into homes – the writer of this has no idea of her subjecct.
I just read this, and I don’t understand. Lady warnock is against keeping premature babies alive, but pro inclusion. just whose side is she on?
click here and here. rather cool
One of the major problems with modern plays is that it often renders a work inaccessible to a lay audience. This is, of course, equally valid of other art forms, especially painting: what is seen by the lay person as a bunch of lines on a canvas by the lay person may be highly symbolic to those purporting to be experts.
I was at a student production of a play called ‘the devil applying cosmetics’ this evening. It was by the catapult production company – a group of fourth year drama students here at MMU Cheshire. They were recently asked to take their production to the Edinburgh festival this year, and I can see why. These guys could act! never mind that a lot of the time they were talking garbage, they were talking garbage with such passion that I was transfixed for the whole eighty minutes.
The question of ‘what was it all about’ is a particularly good one: it was about a group of actors, putting on a play, but it was also a critique of gender roles. The language use had two definite time periods – Elizabethan and modern, with the actors sliding effortlessly between dialogue of both periods. The action revolved around a large bed, about which the audience were sat with the bed In the centre and the eating along the four edges. Thus the audience were very close to the action. The cast – about 10 strong, each playing multiple roes, swirled around, on and under this bed, moving at random from scene to scene often independent of each other. At times, the curtains were drawn on the huge four poster, and pictures projected onto them. Costume changes were frequent, in front of the audience. In short, I have no idea what most of it was about.
However, the energy with which all this was delivered was quite invigorating. I am almost certain it was supposed to be comic – either way, I found it funny but managed tot contain my titters. I’m sure this play will do well when it heads up north this autumn. Either that, or you’ll have a lot of confused Scots people.
Oh, I better mention too that I had a seat especially ‘reserved’ for me. A couple of people in it had asked me to come along, and had saved a place especially. Thanks, guys!
If only bush would heed stuff like this
these robots speak the tfruith about web life
Its been a slow, dull few days. dont get me wrong – going to london to see yeaya is always cool, but the problem is I have been feeling restless for the past few days trying to sort out a trip to lilleshall, waiting for orders to arive etc. the problem is, there’s so little to do around hre now tht lectures are over. I’m bored, and when I feel like this I go quiet, so much so that bill sas I have mild dwepression.
rbably not – I’m currently sorting Lilleshall ouut, my paackage is due to arrrive thursday, when I will be meeting becca for an afternoonr, with luck. ho hum, chin up.
This is why bush should be removed from power immediately. I ca’t believe this.
The brandies discos aren’t on till next term, so me and bill went for a drive up into the hills this evening, and strangely, I preferred it. we headed for the hills behind macclesfield, and thence through the stream-lined valleys to congleton, and thence home. tthe scenery, as tthe sun set, was quite amazing, and a beer in a country pub will always eat a larger in the union bar. bliss