Spring seems to be dragging its way into Newcastle-u-Lyme: ice has melted on the mighty Trent, a plastic bag has made its nest in the ash tree on the other side of the car park - "ash tree" not "ash tray" for those who get confused about these things. It's easily done. - and the sulky little Rowan is even grudgingly showing a few buds.
Yesterday in my never-ending search for employment I gave my demonstration lesson. I had decided that I needed to make an impression, strike hard and fast. My slot was in the afternoon and by that time the 'learners' who had been drafted in to sit through the classes would be be both tired and bored with the whole thing. Experience told me I needed to do something which would wake them out of this mid afternoon torpor.
So I decided to give them my impression of a chicken. Hands linked on chest, waggle elbows up and down, whilst nodding head and going chook! chook! chook!
It was a risk I know, and afterwards I dashed out and bought a packet of cigarettes. I took three for myself and gave the remainder to a grateful lout, in exchange for a light. Then back home to the rum bottle and to enjoy the remaining two cigarettes. I was surprised when two hours later the phone went and I was told that the assessors had been very impressed with the chicken and also my noodle slurping with invisible chopsticks demonstration and the jolly song "Topi saya bundar" ( I accept no responsibility for the consequences of clicking the link. You have been warned.) I used for a closing act. I have now been offered employment of some kind and have to go in for a day's induction next Thursday, but I still don't know how much work I'll be getting, how much I'll be paid or exactly what kind of work it will be.
It is all very foxy and I suspect that at least one of the assessors, perhaps two, were in fact foxes. That would explain the success of the chicken impression.
Yesterday in my never-ending search for employment I gave my demonstration lesson. I had decided that I needed to make an impression, strike hard and fast. My slot was in the afternoon and by that time the 'learners' who had been drafted in to sit through the classes would be be both tired and bored with the whole thing. Experience told me I needed to do something which would wake them out of this mid afternoon torpor.
So I decided to give them my impression of a chicken. Hands linked on chest, waggle elbows up and down, whilst nodding head and going chook! chook! chook!
It was a risk I know, and afterwards I dashed out and bought a packet of cigarettes. I took three for myself and gave the remainder to a grateful lout, in exchange for a light. Then back home to the rum bottle and to enjoy the remaining two cigarettes. I was surprised when two hours later the phone went and I was told that the assessors had been very impressed with the chicken and also my noodle slurping with invisible chopsticks demonstration and the jolly song "Topi saya bundar" ( I accept no responsibility for the consequences of clicking the link. You have been warned.) I used for a closing act. I have now been offered employment of some kind and have to go in for a day's induction next Thursday, but I still don't know how much work I'll be getting, how much I'll be paid or exactly what kind of work it will be.
It is all very foxy and I suspect that at least one of the assessors, perhaps two, were in fact foxes. That would explain the success of the chicken impression.