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The Last Weekly Lesson of 2024

The Last Weekly Lesson of 2024. The first one came out in mid 2024 and it was rather different from the lesson you see today.

For study until the end of December 2024

Subject: The Last Weekly Lesson of 2024

Audio: On usual social media platforms

You might not know this but the weekly lesson is a rather new entity on my website and it is still evolving and transforming so that it can serve you better. The first one came out in mid 2024 and it was rather different from the lesson you see today. It was dry, factual and more about study, before I changed it to give it an online storytelling function.

Telling a story in the form of a weekly lesson is exciting and fun. You get to teach and tell a story and students get to  learn a lot about UK life and culture as well as learning new words, idioms and phrases. I designed it particularly for those who are looking to advance more and change. Some of you ask  if I could produce a vocabulary list with meanings or add more bells and whistles. That is a lovely idea but like everyone else I have very severe time constraints which stop me from getting so involved with it. I write it, check it post it and leave it to you to study.  If it serves you then great but if you feel it isn’t, then come and talk to me and I will try to help.

The idea behind the weekly lesson is that it can help you read, write, speak and listen better. So even if you feel that you don’t understand anything, it can still be of value.  Let me explain:

Speaking: The audio is presented on all of my social media channels so you can recite the audio lesson along with me. This process is called shadowing – you don’t need to understand anything, you just need to try to speak like me, to improve your accent. This is the natural way to improve your accent. This is what kids do.

Listening: I don’t actually speak slowly, I just speak clearly ensuring that you catch my words as I speak.

Writing: If you are feeling brave enough, you can try to write as I speak. Bring what you have written to one of our lessons and we can look at it together and Bob’s your Uncle.

Reading: The lesson is published on the main page of my website, teacherjoseph.com and it is also put on my blog as a post, so it is easy for you to find.

About me, well, when it comes to storytelling, I’m an absolute natural, the problem is they can’t really shut me up once I start talking. I’ve been presenting a podcast every day for the last 3 years like clockwork.  I’m up with the lark, reading the news and then posting it for you. I am approaching episode number 1000 and am currently looking at how to make it better.  I am currently reviewing my social media strategy so you will be seeing some changes in the new year. I don’t think two separate broadcasts (one videoclip on YouTube and one podcast on most days) are really serving your higher needs. Also, as much as I love making them, there are other ways I can help you, especially in these days of Artificial Intelligence where machine learning is all the rage.

I think probably one clip or podcast once or twice a week might be enough to bring the weekly lesson to you, along with my usual “outside broadcasts” which I make when I am on the street or in the shops.  For that to happen I will need to ensure the lesson itself is brimming over with better content.  My preference would be to bring about positive thinking and motivation. I can do that with laughter and I know many of you think my content is funny, but there also needs to be some discussion about how to get you motivated and that is something which takes a bit of work, many of you would rather see new words on the page rather than hearing me talk about psychology. So things are changing and I hope you journey with me through this transitional process.

The great thing about this lesson is that I can see its possibilities and that is what we need to focus on without losing the  core value of why the lesson is presented, the reason why it exists: to bring you English in a practical way.

Storytelling is a great way of getting points across but that doesn’t always have to be experiences about me. It can be stories about anyone or anything. Also, to take a news story of the day or another person’s story to study would add greater value and is actually paramount in learning to read how people present information in a different way from me. That’s something else to look out for, content from other people or news stories which we can dissect and digest together. So, there’s plenty of  new content coming your way but it might look a little bit different from what we are doing right now.

Anyway, whatever comes up for you in 2025 I hope its joyful, peaceful and full of happiness and I am looking forward to working with you throughout the year. Happy Christmas and Happy New Year.

958 Weekly Lesson Audio: Remembrance Sunday

Weekly Lesson: Remembrance Sunday. For study until 17th of November 2024 Subject : Remembrance Sunday Audio : On usual social media platforms Remembrance Sunday In the month of November, on the Sunday closest to the 11 th , Remembrance Sunday takes place.

For study until 17th of November 2024

Subject: Remembrance Sunday

Audio: On usual social media platforms

Remembrance Sunday

In the month of November, on the Sunday closest to the 11th, Remembrance Sunday takes place. The day is supposed to commemorate the War Dead across the Commonwealth and British territories but for younger generations it is often perceived as incredibly dull.  Since it is a historic ceremony involving the dead, it has been enshrined in our communities as being very important, reminding us that democracy is not an automatic right, it is something which was fought for at a great price with a loss of life.  Our Leaders gather at War Memorials up and down the country and lay flowers, remembering all those who have died. In these days where we celebrate diversity and peace, ceremonies like this can seem a bit icky.  In fact for most of us the ickiness of the day sits in direct contrast with modern living.

The ceremony represents the face of Britain as it was in 1919 when the first took place on Armistice Day in 1919. Over time it has been expanded to include the Second World War and other conflicts in the World.  Little has changed in the ceremony since 1919, the three faces of the Government  all come together. The Monarchy, the Church and the Military all parade through the streets, looking like a reminder of days gone by.  Despite the Government telling us that Britain is now multicultural and politically correct, the ceremony itself is embarrassingly “white”.

When I was a little boy, in the 1980s, there were still people around who remembered the First World War known as World War One and Remembrance Sunday seemed much more important than it is today. World War One still encroaches on our lives today as well; If you work for a company here, you may be asked on certain days to observe a two minute silence to remember the War Dead on anniversaries of World War One.  If I had a penny for every time I have been asked to respect a two minute silence to remember the war, I would be a very rich man by now.

I stopped commemorating  Remembrance Sunday some years ago, I really dislike the two minute silence part at 11am where we are told we have to “shut up” for two minutes to remember those who died in the Wars. That may have worked some years ago but these days trying to get anyone to focus on something for 2 minutes is not likely to happen.

I find the whole thing rather fake,  I mean billions are spent on having ceremonies remembering the Glorious Dead from the old British Empire, why not just look at stopping war. Would that not be a better idea or forget about the ceremony and give the money to a charity instead? 

Then there’s the Royal commentary about the King and Queen who are of course leading the ceremony in London dressed in black wearing poppies on their jackets. A poppy is a little flower that you can see everyone wearing the week before the ceremony it is a little paper flower which is bright red and sometimes has a bit of green at the back. It is used as a symbol of remembering our War Dead.

Apparently this year our Queen has a chest infection so she cannot attend.  It is a very sombre affair,  my Grandmother used to say our Royals all look like horses with their rather protruding teeth and many people here refer to them as “horsey” – meaning they have horse features. I can imagine them nibbling on the flowers rather than laying them at the cenotaph.

 It’s hard to escape, every news channel in the UK has live coverage from London showing our Royals arriving looking more like they are going to the Oscars rather than the Cenotaph.

“And today the Queen is wearing the pearls gifted to her from the Sultan of Oman… and the king’s coat was last seen worn at his Mother’s funeral…”. It is the epitome of boredom, kitsch and a ceremony which feels wrong in so many ways. It really is just icky.

Last year I forgot about the ceremony and tried to listen to radio on my phone at 11.01am. Getting no sound I immediately uninstalled the app, still heard nothing and blamed my Bluetooth buds. Just before giving up and threatening to reset the whole phone, I heard a trumpet and realised it marked the end of the two minute silence, my equipment was fine and started playing. I rolled my eyes, picked up my cat and went to the other room to watch Angela Lansbury as Jessica Fletcher in Murder She Wrote, solve another murder. It seemed the only way I could escape the boredom of the day.

Earlier this year it got quite exciting, in my local newspaper there was an enquiry from volunteers who look after  a War Cemetery in the Netherlands seeking contact with relatives of people buried there. The name was one of my Mother’s cousins and I was able to pass photos and give a short biography of the man. The Dutch guy who wanted the info was really excited and clearly thought we were going to be best friends forever and share a love for researching  the lives of young men who died tragically.  From my point of view it was interesting to know where Tommy was buried but I never knew him, he died during the war.  I only  knew that it wasn’t exactly a hero’s death, he was stealing chickens from the enemy camp during World War Two and sadly a bomb dropped while he was there.  Maybe I will drop into to the cemetery the next time I am in the Netherlands but there’s more chance of me being in the supermarket buying chicken  rather than remembering Tommy this year. As much as I love family history, I never expected to be the last man standing with photos and biographies. I  am only in my fifties after all, still very young.

Anyway, after this ceremony, my attention will be turning to Christmas cards another eccentrically British tradition and I’ll be looking at my Christmas card list to see who I got a card from last year and who is worthy of a card this year. If I don’t get a card two years in a row  from someone, then the person is removed from my list.

 This may be a far cry from Remembrance Sunday but equally important in my opinion.

952 Weekly Lesson Audio – Guy Fawkes Night

Weekly Lesson: Guy Fawkes Night. For study until 10th of November 2024 Subject : Guy Fawkes Night Audio : On usual social media platforms.

For study until 10th of November 2024

Subject: Guy Fawkes Night

Audio: On usual social media platforms.

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Weekly Lesson: The TV Licence

Weekly Lesson: The TV Licence. For study until 27th of October 2024 Subject : The Television Licence Audio : On usual social media platforms.

For study until 27th of October 2024

Subject: The Television Licence

Audio: On usual social media platforms.

The Television Licence

It was one of those days where I was grateful for technology. After hearing someone knocking at my door, I opened the doorbell video app on my phone and saw two men standing there.

“Oh” I thought…..either they are trying to sell me a broadband deal for better Wifi or, they are religious. I had to make a snap decision whether to actually open the door, so I thought it best just to ask them who they are, using my phone. After all, last time I was lumbered with a heater, toaster and washing machine (see my lesson from two weeks ago) from the Charity givers.

“Can I help?” I asked, while staring at the app and the mic on my phone.

“Yes, it is TV Licence Enforcement, we need to see your licence”.

“Oh, OK”

I walked to the door, trying to gather my thoughts on the way, I opened it to see an ID pushed into my face.

“Its about your TV Licence sir”, one of them blurted out. “We just checked with the Post Office, it has expired”.

I remembered how serious this can be. If you own a TV in the UK then you need to also have a licence. It costs around £200 each year.  When you buy a TV, you also need to give your name and address and the shop is legally obliged to tell the Enforcement Officers. You also need one if you have BBC Iplayer on your phone or computer. It’s terribly organised and definitely very British to enforce it in this way.

“I have a licence” – in fact I pay quarterly” I replied,  “ you took forty pounds just yesterday from my bank account”. I chuckled. They clearly didn’t see the funny side of my words. Of course they wanted to see the paper, so I invited them in.

“Sooooo, that’s the TV?” they said as they entered my living room. They were obviously still in suspicion mode. I did my best not to give a sarcastic remark.  By this point I was trying desperately to find my licence. I remembered it was electronic so I was scrolling through my phone trying to find it. It seemed like a lifetime had passed,

“If this was Ancient Egypt you would have found it by now” – one of them said sarcastically.

As I was standing at the window scrolling on my phone, I saw their truck  outside, it kind of looked like a camper van or little caravan with a huge metal bit on the roof but their trucks always look uglier and more grey than any holiday truck.

“Nice cat” one of the men said. My cat hissed and walked away. I really wish I could have done the same.

“Not friendly is he?” he chortled.

“Oh he hates everyone, its not personal, don’t worry” – I quipped.

“Here is the licence” – I showed it to them on my phone and they looked confused.

“Is this not apartment number one? They asked squinting their eyes.

“No, this is apartment two”  I responded, realising what had happened.

“Well, sorry we got the wrong apartment” they admitted, as they both headed to the door.

“Well there’s no one living next door” I chirped again, the guy left some weeks ago, I know because I have some stuff here for him.

“Oh there is someone there  – we can see what channel they are watching” he said as he looked down at his Ipad walking towards the apartment opposite.

It is indeed typical in a country like ours that they would develop technology to ensure you have a TV licence. Its hardly the be all and end all of everything but we love solid rules and enforcing them.

Just at that moment a Priest entered my apartment block and as I live on the ground level, he saw me first. “Did you call for the Last Rites to be administered?”

“Eh… no……” I uttered

“Um, I know it was someone in this block but I don’t know who….” He replied

“Well it wasn’t me…” I said uncomfortably, hoping that he wouldn’t ask me about Church attendance. Everyone knows the  Parish Priest and I was rather hoping that he had forgotten I existed.

He glanced at his notebook..”my my….sorry It’s apartment two on the next level…”

“I don’t suppose you need them anyway…? I could swing by later….?” – he chortled “Remember you don’t have to be dying to get the Last Rites”.

“No, no no….  I’m in great health….” I said, convincing myself that it was true, shook my head and backed away as he walked up the stairs. I got a bit flabbergasted. Do I look like I need the Last Rites? The barber always gives me OAP rates and I never correct him but I am still a long way away from aged 60. My day couldn’t really get any more surreal.

I watched as the TV Enforcement officers knocked on the door opposite, of course there was no reply. So they stood there and I  closed the door and opened the video app again. After a few moments they started calling through the letterbox (These people meant business and I had forgotten just how much power they have). They can choose to simply give you a penalty or if you agree to trot down the post office and buy a licence immediately, they will overlook the fact that you had a TV without one. You can buy it online as well.

There was indeed someone inside, I could hear a difficult conversation. It sounded like there was a guy insisting he didn’t have a TV.  My app caught a clear picture of him, it looked like a scene from a 1967 hippie movie, my neighbour was wearing a kaftan, love beads and sandals. He kind of looked like Barry White but not as entertaining. The TV licence enforcement officers weren’t getting in and I could hear the conversation was getting uncomfortable. Finally they reached a compromise and the two men left, looking happy. A thought came to my mind that they were earning commission.

My video doorbell hadn’t picked up anything from that apartment in weeks, so it was really strange that the man living there hadn’t left in weeks. By the looks of him it looked like he hadn’t left since 1967!

The moral of the story is, get a TV licence if you own a TV and live in the UK. They will find you if you don’t.

Weekly Lesson: A Trip to the Vet’s (Surgery)

Weekly Lesson: A Trip to the Vet’s (Surgery). For study until 29th of September 2024 Subject : A Trip to the Vet’s (Surgery) Audio : On usual social media platforms.

For study until 29th of September 2024

Subject: A Trip to the Vet’s (Surgery)

Audio: On usual social media platforms.

I heard an American Politician talking the other day about vets and it crossed my mind that these doctors who are caring for our little fluffy friends are somehow very important in American English.  Actually, he was abbreviating the word “veteran” as in “war veteran”. On this side of the pond a vet is a veterinary surgeon, not a veteran. It took me a while to work that one out.  Especially when he talked about their valuable contribution to the country.

Anyway, On Saturday morning I once again found myself with the pet carrier discussing British weather with the vet. It always feels familiar:

“Good morning, miserable weather isn’t it?”

“Yes it really is….. was worse yesterday”

“Yes… yesterday was bad”.

Only after the obligatory small talk was I able to move on and bring the conversation round to the topic of my cat. 

“Oh look at this little sausage” she gleaned…..

Both my cat, and myself stared bitterly. This was the second vet in two weeks who referred to him as a cute sausage. It seemed a bit of a strange thing to say. I mean it is known that British people don’t celebrate food. Why would they call my cat a “sausage”?  My cat rolled his eyes and made a noise and hissed. I assured her it wasn’t personal. Anyway, what kind of sausage was she referring to?

Referring to a beef sausage could upset me because I’m vegetarian.

Referring to a pork sausage could upset just about everyone who follows a religion other than Christianity.

Referring to a vegetarian sausage might be ok – but why would she compare my cat to a vegetarian sausage?

My mind slowly drifted back, especially when the cat attacked the scales which were there to weigh him.

 “He actually hates everyone” I quipped “It’s not just you”.

“I am usually very good with black and white cats” she replied. Her remark was an incredibly weird thing to say.  It reminded me of some kind of speed dating event. My mind drifted to the only speed dating event I ever attended. It was in a sushi bar  I was more interested in the sushi passing by on the belt. The fried tempura prawns were delicious, but I also discovered that I love raw salmon. I don’t remember any of the people from that day but I do remember the dishes.

My mind returned to the situation on hand…“Cat stereotyping?” I thought. “black and white cats like me more?”

We got into the usual conversation about how strange cats can be, neither of us noticed that my cat had been eyeing up the PC and  had decided to chew her monitor cable. He jumped off the table just as the screen went black.

“Oh he’s such a cutie” she nervously laughed, before advising me to get his teeth checked as she disconnected the power on her computer.

“He’s definitely obese” – “8 kilograms”. The cat and I looked puzzled. Obese is such a hard word for anyone to hear. It seemed like only yesterday a nurse was talking about my diabetes and told me the very same thing. I could feel his pain.  Was this the vet’s revenge for the chewed cable?

“That’s 1.52 stone” she muttered under her breath…

“Ahh – now I get it” – Kilograms mean nothing to me.

“Yes, I’m also not ok with the metric system” was her reply.

Then came the uncomfortable conversation about the bill. It felt like that moment at the end of the movie where you think to yourself “the movie has finished? What about that last character, and what about that storyline and that character…” So many unanswered questions.

“So….  That’s £140.58 pence please…”

“OK” – I answered

“Any plans for today? – back to the awful weather?” she uttered to try and break the ice a bit.

“Not really – I need to clean my apartment”

She petted Ptofi, he hissed at her and then bit her…..

“Oh I think he likes you” I commented while she winced in pain.

“its my perfume” she said….. “they always go crazy for it”.

I thought for a second that maybe I had missed some undercurrent in this conversation. Did she realise that he “wasn’t going crazy for it” – he just bit her…which for me means he didn’t like it but I decided to ignore her words.

 While clutching my American Express card I carried the cat to the till. The receptionist blew loads of kisses at him, He turned and faced the other way and then we launched into a really weird conversation:

“How do I claim this from my pet Insurance?”

“If you have pet insurance we will tell them”

“I do have pet insurance”

“If you have that’s great”

“Would you like the details”

“If you have them that would be great”

I was getting kind of tired of all these “if’s” and handed her the policy number. Direct communication usually gets easier once you pay people.

Then my cat Ptofi and I booked a taxi and went home, the cat felt better, my wallet felt lighter and the vet was £140 pounds better off. The whole thing reminded me of a series of British public information videos  called “Charley Says…” which they used to show on TV. You should YouTube them, they are very strange and eccentrically British. A talking cat with a little boy who translates the voice of his pet cat called Charley.

Anyway, my cat was later admitted to an emergency animal hospital on Saturday afternoon,  where he still is.  The hospital called me a few times to say that he keeps biting everyone. So I guess he’s making a good recovery and I am hoping to pick him up later today.

Note to myself, for later: Head to a sushi bar this week, to relax.

Weekly Lesson: Killer Cows

Weekly Lesson: Killer Cows. For study until 22nd of September 2024 Subject : Killer Cows Audio : On usual social media platforms.

For study until 22nd of September 2024

Subject: Killer Cows

Audio: On usual social media platforms.

Embellishment is a big part of storytelling in some parts of the UK, especially in Scotland and Ireland.  When I first heard about cows killing people I rolled my eyes.  As far as I was concerned this was another one of my Grandmother’s tall tales.

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Weekly Lesson: Doors Open Day 2024

Weekly Lesson: Doors Open Day 2024. For study until 15th of September 2024 Subject : Doors Open Day Audio : On usual social media platforms.

For study until 15th of September 2024

Subject: Doors Open Day

Audio: On usual social media platforms.

When I am out and about one of my little joys is discovering new buildings, architecture and exploring different places. I really love taking pictures of every nook and cranny that I can possibly access.  With that in mind you can imagine then that I really look forward to Doors Open Day, that weekend of the year when my town suddenly loosens its chains and I can access anywhere. Such as local Courthouses or underground tunnels beneath one of the main streets. Even local businesses jump on the bandwagon and are keen to show  their wares.

Across the country around September time, the doors of old buildings are flung open  for around two days and members of the public can go and explore them. The great thing is that every area has their own weekend so for the whole month, you can visit old buildings in   surrounding areas and see inside some of these amazing structures.

Of course some of these places offer us great examples of Victorian kitsch. Famous and popular in their day but now presenting us with laughter, head scratching and incredulity.  For example, there are  a number of Victorian swimming pools, grand in their appearance with colourful marble and with roman pillars at the entrance. There are others which offer us a glimpse of history, into a time long forgotten, reminding us how we used to live. Forgotten metro stations, underground streets for example.

As always on Doors Open weekend, I scour the Internet searching for the places I want to visit. It feels a bit like that euphoria you get when you buy a lottery ticket. “This time you are going to win for sure” you tell yourself, but yet somewhere inside you know that your expectations aren’t going to be met.

 The list of places for Doors Open Day looked something like this:

The Old Church – Hmm – I did that last year

The Abbey – Eh, no, I got married there, that was enough

The Courthouse – Exciting last year but not this year

The Cemetery – Seriously? No. Besides, I was there last week

The Observatory – yeah, yeah, a possibility

The Library – really, there’s no way. I was there for its opening

The University – there’s no way

The old Prison – Um… why does that sound exciting to me?

So finally I decided upon another local Church that no one ever goes to. In fact attendance is so low that it will be closing its doors permanently in the near future. It was only a short walking distance away.

 As I approached the main door, a woman stepped forward wearing a  navy coloured business suit and pearls:

“Feel free to walk around” she said in a way that sounded almost menacing… “don’t forget to check out our refurbished Victorian toilet suite” she beamed.

I had completely forgotten, British people are immensely proud of toilets, toilet humour and things associated with the body.

“Um… thanks ok” I responded, trying not to show how bizarre the whole thing sounded….

“Would you like a…(pause, stare) magazine?” she continued.

“Eh yes…. (pause, stare) I’ll take one”  I smiled and walked a few steps away. I never understood why Churches always seem to be full of people with fake upper class English accents. Our class system died years ago, yet there are many people here who would love to keep that going. I put my best Received Pronunciation  on rerun – just to make her feel comfortable. She’d certainly met her match, if she was trying to play a game of accents with me.

“How lovely” I responded.

Attending Church in the UK can be a little bit creepy and she reminded me of all the reasons why I like spending Sunday mornings at home cooking or talking to people on Skype.  Her attempt at smiling seemed terribly out of date with red lipstick stuck to the front of her teeth – clearly this Church wasn’t  accustomed to visitors.

By the time she had another victim, the woman who walked in after me, I had moved on:

“I love your bracelet” I heard from a distance.

“Oh this little trinket…?” she commented as she revealed a chunk of gold twisted around her wrist.

I was half expecting two security guards, employed solely to guard the bracelet to emerge from the darkened corners because that chunk of gold looked expensive. This Guide clearly didn’t come from my side of town.

I toured the Church – it was nice and had all the charm of a prison, it even had bars on the windows.  Then of course I followed the signs to their top attraction – the Victorian toilet which had its own security guard, to remind us that it’s “for display only” (in other words don’t try to use it). I didn’t quite know what to say about it. I mean it really was a toilet made of marble.

“It was put in, in 1897” she murmured…

“Great, yes…” I replied, slotting into politeness and small talk mode.

She must have been at least age 70 with a hair style which I hadn’t see since Prince Andrew’s marriage to Sarah Ferguson in the 1980s. Hence the term “Fergie Bow” – a type of hairstyle tied back  in a piece of linen cloth. Just as Princess Catherine is called “Kate”, Diana was called “Di”.  Sarah is “Fergie”.

“Oh well, I have to dash…..” – “it’s been lovely”  I chirped… backing away towards the door.

I was grateful for the experience but the British eccentricity was overpowering and so was the general discomfort of mixing with others. It was greatly reassuring to sense they felt the same way.

As these old buildings find other uses and are converted into gyms, bars, nightclubs and even Ikea shops. I wonder how much longer the sense of the sacred will be preserved and whether these Doors Open Days will be a thing of the past.  Until then they remain stark reminders, of the British Empire, complete with war memorials, roll books, gold and silver. Keeping alive the very thing the rest of us are trying to forget.  Yet very soon Religion here will be a thing of the past.

Our state sponsored Christian Churches like the Church of England along with the Military and Parliament represent something eccentrically and uniquely  British. Three sides of the same triangle.  It’s hard to imagine a trinity with one part missing. A country with only Military and Parliament sounds more like some kind of South American Dictatorship.  Change is coming but what that looks like, nobody knows.  

What’s coming next? That’s the key question.

Weekly Lesson: Visiting the New Library

Weekly Lesson: Visiting the New Library. For study until 1st September 2024 Subject : Visiting the New Library Audio : On usual social media platforms.

For study until 1st September 2024

Subject: Visiting the New Library

Audio: On usual social media platforms.

Visiting the new Library

My Town decided to move the local public library to a new purpose built  complex around a decade ago. They started work on it in 2020, suspended it because of Covid  in 2021 and finally unveiled the new building earlier this year in 2024.

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Weekly Lesson: British People and Food: My Story, by Teacher Joseph

Weekly Lesson: British People and Food: My Story, by Teacher Joseph. For study until 30 June 2024 Subject : British People and Food: My Story, by Teacher Joseph Audio : On usual Social media platforms.

For study until 30 June 2024

Subject: British People and Food: My Story, by Teacher Joseph

Audio: On usual Social media platforms.

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Free Entry to Museums and Galleries

Free Entry to Museums and Galleries. This was known as a DCMS Scheme since the Government department responsible for these places is currently called the Department for Culture, Media and Sport (DCMS).

Weekly Lesson – for study until Sunday the 9th of June

Audio – Available on all usual social media

Subject: Free Entry to Museums and Galleries, by Teacher Joseph

1. The Universal Access Scheme which granted free access to all Government Sponsored Museums, Art Galleries and some places of national interest in the UK began in December 2001.  This was known as a DCMS Scheme since the Government department responsible for these places is currently called the Department for Culture, Media and Sport (DCMS). Research claims that free entry to these places are key motivators for tourists visiting the UK. By removing entrance fees to these places, everyone, including tourists has free access to a type of Education which only the Arts and a dialogue about living history can bring.

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