ENGLISH HOMEWORK HUGE HELP
1) read this
2) please answer questions
it hard for me
question in bottem.
Bradford
Bradford’s role in life is to make every place else in the world look better in comparison, and it does this very well. Nowhere on my trip around Britain would I see a more depressing city. Nowhere would I pass more empty shops, their windows covered with tattered posters for pop concerts, or more office buildings covered with TO LET signs. At least one shop in three in the town centre was empty, and most of the rest seemed to be barely hanging on.
Once the town had one of the greatest collections of Victorian architecture anywhere, but you would scarcely guess it now. Scores of wonderful buildings were swept away to make room for wide new roads and angular office buildings. Nearly everything in the city suffers from well-intentioned but misguided meddling by planners.
Nowadays, the local authorities are desperately trying to promote their miserable stock of old buildings. In a modest cluster of narrow streets just out of the city centre there still stand some three dozen large and striking warehouses, mostly built between 1860 and 1874, which together make up the area known as Little Germany. Of all the once thriving wool precincts in the city, only the few dark buildings of Little Germany survive in any number, and even this promising small neighbourhood seems bleak. At the time of my visit, two-thirds of the buildings were covered in scaffolding, and the other third had TO LET signs on them.
Still, Bradford is not without its charms. Lister Park is very attractive, there are some good pubs, and The Alhambra Theatre, built in 1914, has been skilfully renovated and remains the most wonderful place to see a pantomime. The National Media Museum has brought a welcome flicker of life to a corner of the city where previously you only had the world’s most appalling indoor ice rink to go to. As I had an hour to kill, I walked over to the Museum and had a look through the various galleries. I watched in wonder as throngs of people parted with substantial sums of cash to see the two o’clock IMAX show. I’ve been to these IMAX screenings before, and frankly I can’t understand the appeal. I know the screen is massive and the visual representation stunning, but the films are always so incredibly dull.
I forgot to mention curry houses in my brief list of Bradford’s glories, which was a terrible oversight. Bradford may have lost a wool trade but it has gained a thousand excellent Indian restaurants, which I personally find a reasonable swap as I have a strictly limited need for bales of wool, but can take about as much Indian food as you care to shovel at me.
The oldest of the Bradford curry houses, I’m told, and certainly one of the best and cheapest, is the Kashmir, just up the road from the Alhambra. For £5 I had a small feast that was rich, delicious, and so hot that it made my fillings sizzle.
Afterwards, bloated and with a stomach bubbling away like a heated beaker in a mad-scientist movie, I stepped out into the Bradford evening and wondered what to do with myself.
From “Notes from a Small Island” by Bill Bryson
On your own, summarise Bryson’s argument in one paragraph. Use the sentence starters below and make sure you have completed the mastery checks.
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ENGLISH HOMEWORK HUGE HELP
1) read this
2) please answer questions
it hard for me
question in bottem.
Bradford
Bradford’s role in life is to make every place else in the world look better in comparison, and it does this very well. Nowhere on my trip around Britain would I see a more depressing city. Nowhere would I pass more empty shops, their windows covered with tattered posters for pop concerts, or more office buildings covered with TO LET signs. At least one shop in three in the town centre was empty, and most of the rest seemed to be barely hanging on.
Once the town had one of the greatest collections of Victorian architecture anywhere, but you would scarcely guess it now. Scores of wonderful buildings were swept away to make room for wide new roads and angular office buildings. Nearly everything in the city suffers from well-intentioned but misguided meddling by planners.
Nowadays, the local authorities are desperately trying to promote their miserable stock of old buildings. In a modest cluster of narrow streets just out of the city centre there still stand some three dozen large and striking warehouses, mostly built between 1860 and 1874, which together make up the area known as Little Germany. Of all the once thriving wool precincts in the city, only the few dark buildings of Little Germany survive in any number, and even this promising small neighbourhood seems bleak. At the time of my visit, two-thirds of the buildings were covered in scaffolding, and the other third had TO LET signs on them.
Still, Bradford is not without its charms. Lister Park is very attractive, there are some good pubs, and The Alhambra Theatre, built in 1914, has been skilfully renovated and remains the most wonderful place to see a pantomime. The National Media Museum has brought a welcome flicker of life to a corner of the city where previously you only had the world’s most appalling indoor ice rink to go to. As I had an hour to kill, I walked over to the Museum and had a look through the various galleries. I watched in wonder as throngs of people parted with substantial sums of cash to see the two o’clock IMAX show. I’ve been to these IMAX screenings before, and frankly I can’t understand the appeal. I know the screen is massive and the visual representation stunning, but the films are always so incredibly dull.
I forgot to mention curry houses in my brief list of Bradford’s glories, which was a terrible oversight. Bradford may have lost a wool trade but it has gained a thousand excellent Indian restaurants, which I personally find a reasonable swap as I have a strictly limited need for bales of wool, but can take about as much Indian food as you care to shovel at me.
The oldest of the Bradford curry houses, I’m told, and certainly one of the best and cheapest, is the Kashmir, just up the road from the Alhambra. For £5 I had a small feast that was rich, delicious, and so hot that it made my fillings sizzle.
Afterwards, bloated and with a stomach bubbling away like a heated beaker in a mad-scientist movie, I stepped out into the Bradford evening and wondered what to do with myself.
From “Notes from a Small Island” by Bill Bryson
On your own, summarise Bryson’s argument in one paragraph. Use the sentence starters below and make sure you have completed the mastery checks.