David's Extra English Class

  Costa Conversations It started in the baking hot streets of Zaragoza, Spain nearly 20 years ago. Who would have thought that Dann would still be teaching English! It all got more serious in 2010 when he returned to study at Harrow college and was awarded the Cambridge CELTA. Now it is official he can teach English for a living. Who was that young girl in one of his first lessons who fell off her chair and hurt her head? It nearly ended then before it even got started. So many Spanish names all of them forgotten now. What about the gorgeous housewife in her black leather pants? Dann and his two flatmates fancied her and she cheered up Monday afternoons for sure. There was Pilar, and the Inter-Cambio girls.  Fat Susie was always on their minds too. The most memorable girl Dann met was Dove! What a name! How could you ever forget it? Paloma that was her name, or was it? Still today we can't be sure. Today Dann was in Costa with the 3 writers, Taibgh, Jali and Yohan. “You sh...

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#Extra_English_Class: Missing Whale : Have you seen my friend Wally the Whale? He was last seen on the beach in Lanzarote. Don`t worry he has turned up now. Thanks for all the...

Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves Trail with daisies and barley Down the rivers of the windfall light. And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home, In the sun that is young once only, Time let me play and be Golden in the mercy of his means, And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold, And the sabbath rang slowly In the pebbles of the holy streams. All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air And playing, lovely and watery And fire green as grass. An...

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Always wanted to have a go at writing fiction? Stuck at home with extra time on your hands? Why not try this little exercise and see how you get on? It’s in two parts: 1. Describe a serious weather event. A blizzard? Gale? Flood? It’s up to you. But describe it from the standpoint of someone watching it from a window. 2. Now dramatize that same weather event from the point of view of someone out in it, experiencing it full on. What does it feel like? How does it assail their senses? Which ones? Why are they out there in the first place? Where have they come from? Where are they going? Who’s that person watching them from a window? Have fun with it. Keep going… See, hear, feel, smell and taste the difference? Good luck.