This week’s edition by: David
Well, we’re fully into winter. There is snow everywhere. Where I come from, snow is not so common. People pray for snow at Christmas, just to make it authentic. A Christmas with grey skies and rain just doesn’t feel right!
In the news last week, Marshall’s Tai-Chi Club was a great success. He didn’t stop talking about it for ages! In this week’s news, we have Brian’s lecture on Ebonics. This takes place on Thursday 29th, at 7.30pm. Sign up with the secretaries if you want to go. Also, we have Ice-Skating Club, on Saturday 1st December at 12.30pm. Meet Matt and Brian at the rink. Later the same day, Jeff will be playing another concert at the London Pub. Finally, on December 8th, Marcin will be hosting another Music Club. The theme is Working Mens Club Classics.
SOME RANDOM FACTS ABOUT SNOW
“No two snowflakes are alike” is a very disputed phrase! Some say that two have been found to be the same!
For it to snow the tops of the clouds must be below zero degrees Celsius, or 32 degrees Fahrenheit.
Snow at the North and South Pole reflect heat into space. That happens because the ice acts like a mirror with the heat of the sun, and the heat bounces off the ice and into space.
Scientists have been studying snowflakes for more than 400 years. A man names “Snowflake Bentley” photographed snowflakes individually in the 1920s.
Snow is not always the same size either. In Montana, USA, in 1887, the largest snowflakes on record fell to the earth. Each snowflake was fifteen inches in diameter!
“No two snowflakes are alike” is a very disputed phrase! Some say that two have been found to be the same!
For it to snow the tops of the clouds must be below zero degrees Celsius, or 32 degrees Fahrenheit.
Snow at the North and South Pole reflect heat into space. That happens because the ice acts like a mirror with the heat of the sun, and the heat bounces off the ice and into space.
Scientists have been studying snowflakes for more than 400 years. A man names “Snowflake Bentley” photographed snowflakes individually in the 1920s.
Snow is not always the same size either. In Montana, USA, in 1887, the largest snowflakes on record fell to the earth. Each snowflake was fifteen inches in diameter!
See you next week guys!
The Adventures of Bobby Callan – Part Nine
Bobby awoke with a start. The hotel isn’t so nice, he thought, noting one of the million uses of so. Miss Brown was nowhere to be seen. He wondered if she had been taken by aliens during the night. He believed that there were people living on other planets, but everyone thought he was crazy. Someone had once asked him if he would like to pay a visit to a madhouse. He simply replied that his family home was a madhouse anyway, so why would he want to go to a different one?
He got up, and showered. He was careful not to drop the soap. He had had bad experiences once. He made himself some breakfast. He noted that people usually had toast or eggs or something like that for breakfast. He reheated last night’s pizza, deciding to be different. Just as he was finishing eating, his telephone rang. He stared at it for a second or two, before realizing that when a telephone rings we pick it up and answer it.
“Hello?” he said.
“Hello Bobby, eet ees Diego.” The voice said in a broken local accent. Bobby had heard of British, Australian, American and even Indian English, but not rural Argentinian. He was fascinated.
“How do you do Diego?” he asked.
“How do you do Bobby?” Diego replied. Bobby felt unfulfilled by that answer. It wasn’t really an answer. How stupid, he thought.
“What can I do for you Diego?” Bobby asked. He wondered how Diego had gotten his phone number in the first place. Maybe he works for the CIA? They know everything, he thought.
“I have a message for you from Mees Brown. She told mee to geeve you her regards, first of all, and then to tell you to meeeet her at the Quite Fast School of Eeenglish. I am waiting outside for you!” Diego said. Bobby was puzzled at Diego’s accent. It hadn’t been so bad yesterday.
Bobby and Diego drove to the Quite Fast School of English, with the Gypsy Kings playing on the wireless.
“Did Miss Brown tell you why she wanted to meet me here?” Bobby asked. “No sir, she just told me to breeeng you here.” Diego replied.
They finally arrived at the school. Bobby jumped out of the car while it was still moving. He fell, and hurt his ankle.
“Bobby, what happens eef you step out of a car while it is steel moving? You can fall and hurt yourself!” Diego laughed.
“Shut up Diego.” Bobby was not happy. He went inside and found Miss Brown waiting for him.
“Hey Bobby, how are you?” she asked.
“I’ve been better. I have just fallen out of a moving vehicle and sprained my ankle.” He replied.
“Oh dear” Miss Brown said. “Anyway, I heard from the schoolmaster that Mr Callan was seen on holiday in Thailand. He is not sure when though. So I think we should go there.”
“Splendid idea,” Bobby said. He thought of a phrase he had heard. Confucius he say; man who walk through airport turnstile sideways is going to Bangkok. He had always wondered if this was true. He would soon find out.
Bobby awoke with a start. The hotel isn’t so nice, he thought, noting one of the million uses of so. Miss Brown was nowhere to be seen. He wondered if she had been taken by aliens during the night. He believed that there were people living on other planets, but everyone thought he was crazy. Someone had once asked him if he would like to pay a visit to a madhouse. He simply replied that his family home was a madhouse anyway, so why would he want to go to a different one?
He got up, and showered. He was careful not to drop the soap. He had had bad experiences once. He made himself some breakfast. He noted that people usually had toast or eggs or something like that for breakfast. He reheated last night’s pizza, deciding to be different. Just as he was finishing eating, his telephone rang. He stared at it for a second or two, before realizing that when a telephone rings we pick it up and answer it.
“Hello?” he said.
“Hello Bobby, eet ees Diego.” The voice said in a broken local accent. Bobby had heard of British, Australian, American and even Indian English, but not rural Argentinian. He was fascinated.
“How do you do Diego?” he asked.
“How do you do Bobby?” Diego replied. Bobby felt unfulfilled by that answer. It wasn’t really an answer. How stupid, he thought.
“What can I do for you Diego?” Bobby asked. He wondered how Diego had gotten his phone number in the first place. Maybe he works for the CIA? They know everything, he thought.
“I have a message for you from Mees Brown. She told mee to geeve you her regards, first of all, and then to tell you to meeeet her at the Quite Fast School of Eeenglish. I am waiting outside for you!” Diego said. Bobby was puzzled at Diego’s accent. It hadn’t been so bad yesterday.
Bobby and Diego drove to the Quite Fast School of English, with the Gypsy Kings playing on the wireless.
“Did Miss Brown tell you why she wanted to meet me here?” Bobby asked. “No sir, she just told me to breeeng you here.” Diego replied.
They finally arrived at the school. Bobby jumped out of the car while it was still moving. He fell, and hurt his ankle.
“Bobby, what happens eef you step out of a car while it is steel moving? You can fall and hurt yourself!” Diego laughed.
“Shut up Diego.” Bobby was not happy. He went inside and found Miss Brown waiting for him.
“Hey Bobby, how are you?” she asked.
“I’ve been better. I have just fallen out of a moving vehicle and sprained my ankle.” He replied.
“Oh dear” Miss Brown said. “Anyway, I heard from the schoolmaster that Mr Callan was seen on holiday in Thailand. He is not sure when though. So I think we should go there.”
“Splendid idea,” Bobby said. He thought of a phrase he had heard. Confucius he say; man who walk through airport turnstile sideways is going to Bangkok. He had always wondered if this was true. He would soon find out.
“Lets go back to the hotel Bobby. I need to make it up to you for running out this morning.” Miss Brown suggested. Bobby smiled.
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