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Saturday night at 8 o'clock found me not at the films but at the Cinema Museum, a hidden gem near the Oval cricket ground in South London, located in a previous workhouse which was quickly home to the young Charlie Chaplin after his mom fell on hard times.
Truth be told, I rarely venture south of the river. As Dave, from the Winchester Club, alerted Arthur Daley: 'Lot of really wicked people' in Sarf Lunnon.
Coincidentally, the event was a one-man show by my old mate George Layton, actor, director, scriptwriter, author, whose finest hour - at least to my mind - was playing Des, the dodgy vehicle mechanic in Minder.
George read from his collection of short stories set in the 1950s, when he was maturing in post-war Bradford. They're wonderfully composed, warm, funny, expressive, a piece of history, a working-class version of Richmal Crompton's Just William adventures.
The storylines are based upon the trials and tribulations of a kid being brought up by a single mom - a non-traditional family life at that time, unfortunately just too typical today. The Fib And Other Stories has remained in print considering that 1975 and discovered its way on to the school curriculum, where it remains today.
I can't assist wondering, though, how frequently these wonderful texts are used in class these days, in between instructors stuffing their students' little heads with stylish far-Left propaganda about 'white privilege', colonialism and, naturally, environment modification.
The kids in the monochrome school photograph which formed the background to George's reading were definitely white, however no one might have described them as privileged. Those were the days when 'austerity' meant living from hand to mouth, not having to opt for a standard 50in flat screen TV, rather of a 65in OLED Ultra design, and only being able to afford an iPhone 14 rather than the most recent all-singing, all-dancing AI variation.
Child poverty was genuine, bread-and-dripping, holes-in-your-shoes stuff, not dining on Deliveroo and unwillingly wearing last season's Nike trainers.
Until the digital/social media revolution, children gained their knowledge primarily from books, writes Littlejohn
In the 1950s, children experienced genuine hardship, not the poverty of ambition and imagination which blights this generation, through no fault of their own. Today, kids live by means of their smart phones, instead of roaming totally free and experiencing life to the complete.
Until the digital/social media revolution, kids got their knowledge mainly from books. Yes, TV played a big function, as did the motion pictures, however no place near the domination of TikTok and other apps providing pleasure principle in byte-sized chunks.
And how can squinting at the most current CGI created blockbuster on a cellphone a few inches broad ever compare with the type of old-school, big screen, Technicolor and Cinemascope, best-out-of-Hollywood experience celebrated at the Cinema Museum?
It can't. Just as the best images are said to be on the radio, even much better pictures can be found in the printed word.
Among the most dismal things I have actually checked out recently was the author Anthony Horowitz complaining the reality that his 300-page books are far too long to engage the shorter attention periods these days's kids.
No wonder kid, and indeed adult, literacy levels have actually plunged amazingly. All this has contributed to the stunning revelation that white, working class pupils - young boys in particular - are being left. Even Labour's Education Secretary Bridget Phillipson has been required to admit they have been 'betrayed' by the contemporary schools system.
They struggle with an absence of adult involvement and consequent paucity of aspiration. The white, working class young boy in George Layton's stories certainly didn't suffer any parental disregard from his prideful mum. Nor did he do not have creativity or aspiration.
Education was the escape of hardship. It produced eloquent wordsmiths like George, in post-war Bradford - and our own dear Keith Waterhouse, late of this parish, who matured in hardship in nearby pre-war Leeds.
이름 : Alena
이메일 :
[email protected]
문의내용 :
Saturday night at 8 o'clock found me not at the films but at the Cinema Museum, a hidden gem near the Oval cricket ground in South London, located in a previous workhouse which was quickly home to the young Charlie Chaplin after his mom fell on hard times.
Truth be told, I rarely venture south of the river. As Dave, from the Winchester Club, alerted Arthur Daley: 'Lot of really wicked people' in Sarf Lunnon.
Coincidentally, the event was a one-man show by my old mate George Layton, actor, director, scriptwriter, author, whose finest hour - at least to my mind - was playing Des, the dodgy vehicle mechanic in Minder.
George read from his collection of short stories set in the 1950s, when he was maturing in post-war Bradford. They're wonderfully composed, warm, funny, expressive, a piece of history, a working-class version of Richmal Crompton's Just William adventures.
The storylines are based upon the trials and tribulations of a kid being brought up by a single mom - a non-traditional family life at that time, unfortunately just too typical today. The Fib And Other Stories has remained in print considering that 1975 and discovered its way on to the school curriculum, where it remains today.
I can't assist wondering, though, how frequently these wonderful texts are used in class these days, in between instructors stuffing their students' little heads with stylish far-Left propaganda about 'white privilege', colonialism and, naturally, environment modification.
The kids in the monochrome school photograph which formed the background to George's reading were definitely white, however no one might have described them as privileged. Those were the days when 'austerity' meant living from hand to mouth, not having to opt for a standard 50in flat screen TV, rather of a 65in OLED Ultra design, and only being able to afford an iPhone 14 rather than the most recent all-singing, all-dancing AI variation.
Child poverty was genuine, bread-and-dripping, holes-in-your-shoes stuff, not dining on Deliveroo and unwillingly wearing last season's Nike trainers.
Until the digital/social media revolution, children gained their knowledge primarily from books, writes Littlejohn
In the 1950s, children experienced genuine hardship, not the poverty of ambition and imagination which blights this generation, through no fault of their own. Today, kids live by means of their smart phones, instead of roaming totally free and experiencing life to the complete.
Until the digital/social media revolution, kids got their knowledge mainly from books. Yes, TV played a big function, as did the motion pictures, however no place near the domination of TikTok and other apps providing pleasure principle in byte-sized chunks.
And how can squinting at the most current CGI created blockbuster on a cellphone a few inches broad ever compare with the type of old-school, big screen, Technicolor and Cinemascope, best-out-of-Hollywood experience celebrated at the Cinema Museum?
It can't. Just as the best images are said to be on the radio, even much better pictures can be found in the printed word.
Among the most dismal things I have actually checked out recently was the author Anthony Horowitz complaining the reality that his 300-page books are far too long to engage the shorter attention periods these days's kids.
No wonder kid, and indeed adult, literacy levels have actually plunged amazingly. All this has contributed to the stunning revelation that white, working class pupils - young boys in particular - are being left. Even Labour's Education Secretary Bridget Phillipson has been required to admit they have been 'betrayed' by the contemporary schools system.
They struggle with an absence of adult involvement and consequent paucity of aspiration. The white, working class young boy in George Layton's stories certainly didn't suffer any parental disregard from his prideful mum. Nor did he do not have creativity or aspiration.
Education was the escape of hardship. It produced eloquent wordsmiths like George, in post-war Bradford - and our own dear Keith Waterhouse, late of this parish, who matured in hardship in nearby pre-war Leeds.
