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Friday, January 29, 2016

From La torre d'Oristà- a gentle stroll


La Torre d’Oristà - Lluçanes by Sara V. V.
Oristà

There was a time when I used to live in such a quiet backwater village called: la Torre d’Oristà,  where  three hundred-odd inhabitants  dwell in currently.

I am tempted to admit, for some people it would be bored rigid living there, miles away from  a bustling center, whereas for me it is a rural idyll. I am fond of spending all my childhood  surrounded by  chirping birds and  oak trees, and indeed I enjoy it now when I visit my family every week. 
The village has been set up for three steep streets and some farmhauses around them. If I start  strolling through the main street called  Mossen Riba Pont, from the hillside to the south side, the first landmark space I come across is the Cemetery,  facing a small square where you can both enjoy and feel the solemnity of the snow-capped Pyrenees and the  peaceful life of the spot.
 By the center of the main street the main street, there is the principal area where dwellers socialise, therefore there stands a unique grocery’s shop, which has been there since 1926,  and till  a year ago there was a small bar... nowadays it remains closed.
Whether you keep on walking , a few meters ahead,  or you stay ahead the uphill lane,  you  catch a glimpse of the main square, with a tiny playground zone and the extraordinary Santa Maria’s church, which is definitely from the Romanesque period. 
On the east side of the square there is a stunning building, my appreciated  primary rural school ,  which  at present holds on the first floor the rural health center and on the second floor the cultural center of the village. Other  features of the village include a small industrial area, where you can find both an excellent restaurant, and also the theatre facilities.
And last, but not least, the marvelous landscape excites you into the experience of  the rural lifestyle,  booking some amazing rural home around the village, and moreover feeling the  Romanesque lifestyle visiting the site called Puigciutat.

If you have a Saturday to spare  ...
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For a peaceful stroll,  visit this web here!

Kate watches the English tribes -fancy a glimpse?

BIT # 1
Kate Fox tells how awkwardness and hypocrisy rule a nation in Watching the English
 if you aren't English you'll finally understand all their peculiar little ways. 
Watching the English (Paperback)PART ONE: CONVERSATION CODES
  •  The Weather 
  • Grooming-talk 
  • Humour Rules 
  • Linguistic Class Codes 
  • Emerging Talk-rules: The Mobile Phone 
  • Pub-talk
PART TWO: BEHAVIOUR CODES
  • Home Rules 
  • Rules of the Road 
  • Work to Rule 
  • Rules of Play 
  • Dress Codes Food 
  • Rules Rules of Sex 
  • Rites of Passage


Kate Fox, the social anthropologist who put the quirks and hidden conditions of the English under a microscope, visits a strange and fascinating culture, governed by complex sets of unspoken rules and bizarre codes of behavior. She demystifies the peculiar cultural rules that baffle us. An international bestseller, Watching the English is both an incisive and hilarious look at the English and their society.

BIT # 2
Round off.
Study the product at AMAZON, thenRead the comments to her book at Amazon's webpageWrite a comment on what you understood


BIT # 3
Catherine Bennett isn't so sure

Watching the English: The Hidden Rules of English Behaviour
by Kate Fox
424pp, Hodder, £20 -The GUARDIAN -REVIEW
  • It was quite a consolation to finish Kate Fox's analysis of Englishness in the departure lounge of Heraklion airport, where a few hundred English people were unselfconsciously squabbling and cursing and barging into one another. For Fox says we are not like that at all. "Social dis-ease", she decides, is the "central core of Englishness". She holds this congenital awkwardness responsible for everything from our "obsession with privacy" to our celebrated courtesy, famous reserve and infinite capacity for embarrassment. "We do everything in moderation," she believes.
  • Fox's curiosity about English behaviour, which she attempts to reduce, in this prodigously long investigation, into key constituent parts, is matched only by her regret that we are not a more free and easy nationality. (...) We are, in fact, "the most repressed and inhibited people on earth". 
  • Since Fox is a leading social anthropologist, we must believe her when she tells us that our rites of passage also leave a good deal to be desired. It "seems a shame", she says, "that there is no special ritual to mark the completion of secondary education". Maybe we're too mean to pay for them. Contemplating the cautious attitudes of young English people towards work and money, Fox professes herself "disappointed" to find them planning for the future and "not much cheered" to discover an early aversion to being in debt. 
  • Fox is happy to expose the working-class habit of saying things like "nuffink" and "serviette" along with other mannerisms. (...) Still, one day her exhaustive observations on these "hidden" rules may prove invaluable to visitors from another planet. 
  • Fox has worked so hard to be charming and fun that she seems to lack the energy, or invention, that would be required to reconcile her theory of an inhibited and "dis-eased" nation with the evidence of increasingly unbuttoned, culturally diverse and unpredictable forms of Englishness. Or Europeanness. 
A good many of Fox's selected "English" traits - love of privacy, clubs, DIY and talking about the weather - seem remarkably similar to the French or German love of privacy, clubs, DIY and talking about the weather. 

Enjoy two reviews here:


Tuesday, January 26, 2016

GRAPH -Reforming EU timetables

CATALONIA TODAY




The report is based on two assumptions:

  1. that reform of working timetables needs to be government-led, 
  2. that any changes adopted should be carried out within the framework of a national cross-party agreement .
 The report stressed that “the key is to see timetable reform as a whole "

DEBATE:  
       
      A) You mabear in mind these bullet points:
  • finding the “balance” between demand and supply in services and commerce 
  • difference between Catalonia and the rest of Europe
  • “squaring work and school timetables”. 
  • balance in school and work timetables (lack of...)
  • television schedules
  • the sociological context (an ageing population and a low birth rate)
B) outline some proposals on these fields:
  •  organisation of work, 
  • the fostering of telecommuting and a more widespread 
  • also takes into account use of technology 

C) Last, but without question of doubt no least,  foresee the outcomes


Rounding off:
WRITE  WR_5A. Develop the topic using the figures in the graph above.

Saturday, January 23, 2016

The second sex by the modern standard: Divas where Lucy Tantamount meets Nancy Cunard

Roaring twenties divas 

 ITEM# 1 
The depiction of a a new leisure pursuit, or a "liberated female".
 Personality. Internal power.Beauty in those fascinating and inspirational women who accepted “to live as I liked always and to die in my own way.”

Avant-garde artist Tamara de Lempicka's 1929 “auto-portrait” depicts her at the wheel: "Heavily eyelids armored with kohl cut decisively across the pupils as she confronts the viewer; unworried, unimpressed, unconcerned. Where we might expect to find liquid life, depth, and vulnerability, we find instead an eye barked hard by the experience of modernity." / Cool Shades -by  V. Brown -2014)


How is it the World of Publishing, Human Rights Organizations, have failed to acknowledge the innummerable achievements, accomplishments, contributions and sacrifice of Nancy Cunard. She is number 3 of my List for Women In History of Greatest Courage and Spirit! ( after Tamara de Lempicka and Mae West)


Judith Mackrell's book studies generously this generation. 

 ITEM# 2 


Aldous Huxley (1894-1963), British novelist. Three examples.


which belong with the 'femme fatale' sketches of his earlier novels, Mrs Viveash and Lucy Tantamount, whose chief function is to deprive the hero of all normal concepts of morality.



Lucy Tantamount -character

Point Counter Point (Flamingo Modern Classics): ALDOUS HUXLEY “Living modernly’s living quickly,  you can’t cart a wagonload of ideals and romanticism around you these days. When you travel by airplane, you must leave your heavy baggage behind. The good-old fashioned soul was all right when people lived slowly. But it’s too ponderous nowadays. There’s no room for it in the airplane.”     Point Counterpoint (A. Huxley - 1928)


Lucy Tantamount is a portrait of the 1920s femme fatale Nancy Cunard—with whom Huxley had a very brief but emotionally debilitating affair prior to writing Point Counter Point.

"To-morrow," Mrs. Viveash interrupted him, "will be as awful as to-day." She breathed it like a truth from beyond the grave prematurely revealed, expiringly from her death-bed within."                                    Antic Hay (A. Huxley - 1923)

Myra Viveash is Huxley's version of the rootless modern woman, a promiscuous temptress who lives on the edge of despair. Gumbril, Lypiatt and Shearwater should be so completely subjugated by Myra Viveash, who symbolizes the destructive nihilism. There is one person, however, whom Gumbril  is careful to avoid: Myra Viveash, the fashionable beauty whose eyes have “a formidable capacity for looking and expressing nothing.” She destroys whomever she allures with her expiring death-bed voice. Her life is a void, an infinite boredom, a cold and heartless game with other people’s lives. She is largely responsible for Gumbril’s disenchantment.

OTHER writers:
in the fashion of Hemingway's Brett Ashley and E. Waugh's Margot Metroland.]


 ITEM# 2 .  Live and let live.



Nancy Cunard: A Biography

Nancy Cunard was a writer and political activist. She was born into the British upper class but strongly rejected her family's values,devoting much of her life fighting racism and fascism.
There are two biographies of Nancy Cunard recommended by critics: Lois Gordon’s Nancy Cunard: Heiress, Muse, Political Idealist. Columbia UP, New York 2007; and Anne Chisholm’s Nancy Cunard: A Biography. Sidgwick and Jackson, New York 1979. I’ve read the book by A. Chisholm, which motivated this entry, and recommend it highly.



PROFILE. For Nancy Cunard, the beautiful heiress to the Cunard shipping fortune, a life like Paris Hilton's wasn't an option.

Though she partied with celebrities and had many lovers, Cunard rejected her privilege and fortune to fight for the oppressed. She was a poet, a publisher and a paramour of many writers of the 1920s and '30s.

TASK. Listen to this 9-minute radio program from NPR

   Nancy Cunard: Rebellious Heiress, Inspired Life


Nancy Cunard
Photographed by Man Ray -1926

while living in France Nancy learned typography and how to operate a printing press and became a publisher. The Hours Press 1928-31 published some of the most beautifully designed books of the period, works by Louis Aragon, Norman Douglas, Samuel Beckett, Robert Graves and Ezra Pound.  And in 1933 came Negro.
5 Nancy Cunard 4 Man RayNegro was an immense book published by Nancy Cunard which was a statement of African achievement in politics and the arts, inspired by her association with Henry Crowder, who had been her lover since 1928. Crowder was an unsuccessful black musician from Atlanta Georgia USA, and what he had to tell Nancy about the condition of black people in the southern states of America changed her life. Negro was not significant for its publication alone.



Tuesday, January 19, 2016

MY PLACE - Manresa invites to a gentle ramble







      I should have been born in the a cottage, not in the outskirts of my town. Any patch of green, a  flowered garden, a mere blade of grass was unknown in our neighbourhood. The waste is the dull road in Manresa where we live. The street is made of building blocks, they’re tall and grey. No one here has a flower pots on their balconies. My sister used to ask Mom if we could do some window plantboxes with blossoming daisies and petunias among other types. “Not today, Miquel,” she’d always say. It took such a long time before we understood that we didn’t have the money.   So we take long tours across Les Escodines district. We leave behind all the bakery shops and grocer shops of the Vilomara Road, and the great desolate-wall murals from the Balconada barracks. I cut across to St Josep Road where I sometimes I see  teens I went to school with. “What about you, Miquel?” they say. “Today sucks.” I say. After the rusty ironbridge, I cross Los Dolores roundabout.

       I negociate my promenade through residential streets, with some scattered residences located along the new boulevard all the appartment houses terraced, much nicer than ours. I end up at Les Bases with its large houses and wide panelled-windows from the  upper-middle classes. 
        Opposite is the Museum of the Technique, which hundred years ago housed the water reservoirs of the town. I adore all that wide open space and the room for skaters. I’d be embarrassed if anyone I know could see how happy I am to be strolling past the discreet flower balconies, happy as myself to be out for their walk.

       Beyond the park I turn right to go down over the old bus station feeling the transition of two neighbourhoods who would not meet halfway. I like to stare a while at Montserrat summit. 
       I keep up through the Passeig, so-called because the arboured avenue  have shop names like Garoina, Athena, Mima’t. Often there are small kids speaking languages I don’t recognise, throwing a ball to a passer-by. Up towards Puigterrà, I cross the iron-wrought gates. On fine days, the gardens are full of retired couples, but I go there in all seasons. I stop to smell the tiny buds from the rosebush.

    I spend ages in the wooden bench facing Collbaix, heading then to Vic street. It’s so peaceful and harmonious the descent that I was weary some local old lady would enquiry what I was doing away from my flat and send  me to La Balconada.
       There’s another gate that takes you into Baixada del Castell, all big houses and gardens. I reach the traffic jam and cross towards Caritat street, such a Rich and massive building which I’ve never been inside. Next I’m stepping onto the Swimming pool, my permanent bliss because I go past the most magnificent memory from our industrial architecture: La Fabrica Nova (dated from 1895), reaching the hidden stairs that lift us to Flors Sirera centre, so that I completely forget that I’m in the city.
      I don’t even hear the hustle of traffic now, there’s just this narrow path with the cane margins on your side.  I end under Santa Clara’s cloister, on El Sol street, where the visitor receive smiles form dog-owners. You could walk all the way to Sant Pau, it’s 30 minutes away. My mother would walk it every week in her teens.   


    (based on a text from E. Yeates)

    Eunice Yeates left Belfast in 1997 for one year, but forgot to come back until 2010. Following adventures and misadventures in three continents. To read it Before next Thursday click here       

    Sunday, January 17, 2016

    French humour -Pierre Daninos

    L'été c'est fait pour lire et... pour rire ! 
    L’été c’est fait pour lire, c’est aussi l’occasion de sortir de la routine quotidienne et de sa morosité pour rire un peu. 
    Mais pour les sources de rire, je voudrais évoquer un petit ouvrage atypique, Tout l’humour du monde, une anthologie de Pierre Daninos.  
    Pierre Daninos n’est pas, je vous le concède, l’auteur le plus moderne et médiatique. Il faut dire que ses Carnets du Major Thompson sont maintenant assez vieux et peu de lecteurs les reprennent régulièrement en main. Pourtant, cet homme ne manquait ni de talent littéraire ni d’humour. C’est seulement la poussière qui est venu le couvrir de son manteau léger au fil du temps… Et pourtant, il n’est mort qu’en 2005, mais l’humour ne vieillit peut-être pas si bien que cela…

    Bit #1 

    Le tour du monde du rire -
       Pierre Daninos 
    Pour commencer l’excellente année 2006, voici quelques extraits de ce livre qui fleure bon les années 50, voire l’époque du colonialisme:

    • Chapitre IX : le rire jaune - En Chine  
    • Chapitre X : En  Japon 


    Chapitre IX : le rire jaune  -- En Chine (Robert Guillain)


     —————————— 
     Un jour Confucius rencontra une vieille femme qui était assise au milieu d’un champ semé de tombes fraîches. C’étaient, dit-elle sans larmes, celles de son père, de son mari et des ses deux fils.
    « De quoi sont-ils donc morts ? dit le maître-         Du tigre, qui les a mangés ! dit la vieille avec un rire sonore.-         Mais quelle idée, de venir vivre dans un endroit aussi dangereux ! dit le maître.-         On est très bien ici, répliqua la vieille en riant de plus belle. Ici nous n’avons que le tigre, là-bas vous avez le gouvernement !
    ————————————————————
    Dans la vieille tradition, le chinois s’abonne au service d’un médecin, auquel il paie une sorte d’abonnement mensuel pour être maintenu par lui en bonne santé. Vous payez donc le médecin aussi longtemps que vous allez bien, mais vous cessez de le payer dès que vous tombez malade, puisqu’il a manqué à sa tâche, et cela dure tout le temps de la maladie. On dit que la tête que fait le médecin non payé suffit à rendre un commencement de santé à son malade !Le rire, c’est un peu le médecin du chinois. Quand rien ne va plus, ou quand la vie le maltraite, le rire, au moins, ne lui coûte rien : c’est le traitement gratuit en attendant que le mal soit passé.
    ————————————————————
    Voici une histoire qui se raconte à Shanghai, où les premiers soldats de Mao, sortant des campagnes, découvrirent avec stupeur les gratte-ciel, les ascenseurs et les réfrigérateurs.Wang le Shanghaien, qui loge chez lui une escouade, explique à ces grands enfants sortis du fond des campagnes l’usage de la chasse d’eau des WC, qui les intrigue fort.« Quand vous avez terminé, explique-t-il, vous faites couler l’eau. »Et il actionne à grand bruit la chasse d’eau. Les soldats regardent, médusés, ce torrent extraordinaire, puis l’un d’eux, secouant la tête :« Pour moi cela ne fera pas l’affaire. Je préfère encore le papier… Au moins, ajoute-t-il pour s’expliquer, on ne se mouille pas… ! »
    ————————————————————
    Un vénérable lettré chinois est invité par des amis européens qui lui font visiter le cercle sportif de Pékin. Le petit groupe prend des boissons glacées sur la terrasse, en bordure de deux magnifiques courts de tennis. Sur un des courts, deux joueurs disputent une partie acharnée. Désignant les deux tennismen en nage, le vieillard remarque :« Etre obligés de travailler par une telle chaleur ! Pauvres gens !- Comment ! lui répond-on, mais ce sont des gens très riches, l’un est directeur de banque et l’autre principal actionnaire d’une importante société immobilière… »Perplexité du Chinois :« Mais alors, pourquoi ne paient-ils pas des coolies pour taper sur les balles ? »

    ————————————————————

    Chapitre X au Japon, signé Jean A. Keim. 

     « au Japon, quand on veut plaisanter, il faut prévenir. » 
    L’histoire du professeur Hackin, l’ancien conservateur du musée Guimet, à Tokyo.De passage dans la  ville, il était parti avec un interprète acheter un stylo. Le grand orientaliste n’aimait que les très grands stylos, et son choix, dans le magasin, fut long. Brusquement, dans la vitrine, il en avise un qui lui plaît.« c’est celui-là qu’il me faut… Mais, ajoute-t-il en regardant l’averse torrentielle qui a vidé la rue de tous les passants, n’en avez vous point un avec un parapluie au bout ? »Il s’attarde un moment dans la boutique et demande à son interprète s’il peut payer et s’en aller.« Il faut attendre la réponse.- Quelle réponse ?- Vous avez demandé un stylo avec parapluie ; l’employé a téléphoné à l’usine… vous aurez le devis dans un quart d’heure. » ———————————————————— Pour les japonais, l’étranger demeure par lui-même un être risible […] Lorsque la première troupe d’opéra italien vint au début du siècle donner des représentations, les spectateurs mouillaient de rire les larges manches de leur kimono. ———————————————————— Le père : – Tu es trop vieux, tu ne dois plus dormir avec ta mère        Le fils : – Mais papa, je ne suis pas plus vieux que vous !
    ————————————————————
    Une jeune femme à un mendiant :« vous êtes bien constitué ; vous semblez bien portant ; pourquoi ne prenez vous pas un métier ?- Madame, vous avez un charme extraordinaire et pourtant vous ne montez pas sur les planches ; la situation est exactement la même. 

     Au restaurant les cure dents, stérilisés, sont souvent enveloppés d’un court poème comique ; un Senryu composé de trois vers. Parfois il raille la nouvelle condition de la femme qui ne veut plus demeurer l’esclave de son mari :
    • Elle touche un salaire, elle est indépendante,
    • C’est pourquoi elle ne peut pas attraper
    • Un homme… Alors elle fait sa cuisine solitaire.
    Parfois l’enveloppe du cure-dent vous livre une petite anecdote, une observation sur un fait de la vie courante, souvent faites aux dépens de femmes. Ainsi celle ci :
    • Première femme : « je ne trouve vraiment rien à critiquer chez cette femme ! »
    • Deuxième femme : « dans ce cas, si vous voulez, parlons d’une autre.»
      


    Demeuré perplexe quand aux sources et à la manifestation de l’humour japonais, l’auteur a demandé à un journaliste nippon de le lui définir.« il n’y a pas d’humour japonais ! », lui a-t-il déclaré catégoriquement.L’auteur a insisté :« Mais les japonais ne rient donc jamais ? »Le japonais s’est alors mis à éclater de rire, parce que la question lui semblait fort comique.

     Ce dernier passage me semble le plus intéressant : il accepte que le rire soit partagé par tous les hommes, mais qu’on ne puisse pas encore, dans les années 50, se comprendre sur ses expressions culturelles.



    Bit #2 


      


       The Major Thompson:

      Is France Still France?


    PARIS— In 1954, Major William Marmaduke Thompson appeared on the Paris scene with his bowler hat, striped trousers, tightly furled umbrella and copy of The Times under his arm. The stereotypic Englishman let loose in Gay Paree.
    Pierre Daninos, the French humorist who invented the Major in articles for Le Figaro, which he later expanded into "Les Carnets du Major Thompson," had no great expectations for the book, especially as he was romantically distracted in Venice when it came out. "I paid no attention, I thought it would sell 10,000 to 20,000 copies maximum. Happily, I was wrong," Daninos said in his Neuilly apartment. Sales promptly topped one million, the book was translated into 28 languages and has had five sequels, the latest being "Les Derniers Cahiers du Major Thompson," which Plon will publish in November.
    The Major is now 98 (Daninos is a stripling of 87) and he is still baffled by the French despite his French wife who does not appear in the last volume. "I'm not interested in women," Daninos smoothly lies. What interests him is how the country has changed and how it hasn't: the odd and tiny fissures beneath the complacent cliché, "La France sera toujours la France." (...)


    It is 25 years since the last Major Thompson book and Daninos agrees that the image is a bit dusty if still serviceable. Unfortunately, the book went to press before the recent news that the sacrosanct Michelin Guides will now be edited by an Englishman, an event the Major would find shocking, but there are still enough paradoxes to bewilder the gentle Major. "The word paradox should be engraved on the French character as the pursuit of happiness is on the American constitution," he says.  (...)
    The biggest problem, and the one that most exercises Daninos, is the misuse of the French language today. The mode is for vulgarisms even among those who should know better — "has the land of 'La Princesse de Cleves' become one of four-letter words?" he wonders — and the sprinkling in conversation of English words or locutions that aren't really quite English is very odd.
    "I sometimes have trouble understanding the French when they speak French, but when they think they are speaking English I don't understand a word," the Major complains.
    "How," he adds, "can we take France at its word when its words are no longer French?"
    In past books Daninos had fun mocking the nationalism of his compatriots. If not as virulent as in the sculptured phrases of de Gaulle, it is still around, he says.  (...)

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    Friday, January 15, 2016

    Retrofitting South Liverpool - Penny Lane - very strange






          Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
     There beneath the blue suburban skies 
    I sit, and meanwhile back




      BIT# 1    
    • John Lennon: “Penny Lane is a suburban district where I lived with my mother and father up until the age of four...It was one of those row houses like they always picture in the early Beatles' life stories.

    • Paul: “There was a barber shop called Bioletti's with head shots of the haircuts you can have in the window and I just took it all and arted it up a little bit to make it sound like he was having a picture exhibition in his window. It was all based on real things. 

    • In 1967, Paul explained: “It's part fact, part nostalgia for a great place – 'blue suburban skies,' as we remember it, and it's still there. And we put in a joke or two: 'four of fish and finger pie.'

    McCartney and Lennon would meet at Penny Lane junction to catch a bus into the centre of the city. During the 1960s, this was a significant bus terminus for several routes, and buses with "Penny Lane" displayed were common throughout Liverpool. The name Penny Lane is also used for the area that surrounds its junction with Smithdown Road, Smithdown Place (where the terminus was located) and Allerton Road, including a busy shopping area.
    Today the street is an important landmark. (source wikipedia)


      BIT# 2   
    CLICK HERE TO LISTEN TO A BRIEF AUDIO HISTORY OF THIS SONG ON OUR PARTNER WEBSITE "THE BEATLES SONG BY SONG"
    Answer these questions:
    1. What has become abundantly clear in the decades since The Beatles breakup?
    2. How were Penny Lane/Strawberry Fields Forever released? 
    3. How did they work together?
    4. when did recording begin for the Sgt Pepper LP?
    5. Who was it named after? 
    6. When they started recording the song, which was the main instrument?
    7. How was Paul influenced to add another instrument?

      
      BIT# 3    
     Penny Lane Development Trust is a HUB in the local community. 
    The History of Penny LaneWe are striving to engage our community by offering opportunities to participate in community life. 



    The Beginning
    Penny Lane is famous world wide for its association with the Beatles. In a local context Penny Lane is famous for its football. The Grove Mount playing fields was home to the hugely successful Liverpool School Boys FA for many years. When the Football Association moved to a new home, the site on Penny Lane became derelict, the changing rooms and no. 70 Penny Lane became unfit for purpose. The land on Penny Lane quickly became an eyesore for the local community and attracted vandalism and anti-social behaviour.

    Old playing fields
    In 1998, the Liverpool City Council wanted to sell this derelict land to housing developers. A group of locals campaigned against this and a new Trust was set up. Part of the Grove Mount site was gifted to the Penny Lane Millennium Green Trust. At this time Paddy Ashdown, Leader of the Lib Dem Party showed his support to the Trust. Soon after, Cllr Mike Storey, the Leader of the City Council opened the Millennium Green to the community.


    In 2003, Penny Lane Development Trust gained Charitable Status 1099720 with the aim of campaigning to improve the Grove Mount fields and the burnt out building for the benefit of the local community and surrounding area in South Liverpool.
    Our Journey
    After several long years of campaigning the Penny Lane Development Trust was successful in gaining an award from the Community Asset Fund to refurbish the burnt out building to create a warm, safe and welcoming facility for the local and wider community.

    In 2010, the result of everyone's determination, campaigning and hard work paid off. The Penny Lane Development Trust community centre had been built.


      BIT# 4    


    What is Penny Lane by the Beatles about??? -yahooanswers

    In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs Of every head he's had the pleasure to know. And all the people that come and go Stop and say hello.  
    On the corner is a banker with a motorcar, The little children laugh at him behind his back. And the banker never wears a mack In the pouring rain, very strange. 
    Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes. 
    There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit, and meanwhile back 
    In penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen. He likes to keep his fire engine clean, It's a clean machine. 

    Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes. A four of fish and finger pies In summer, meanwhile back 

    Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray And tho' she feels as if she's in a play She is anyway. 

    In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer, We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim. And then the fireman rushes in From the pouring rain, very strange. 

    Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes. There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit, and meanwhile back. Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes. There beneath the blue suburban skies, Penny Lane.