On Saturdays, me, Ellie and Ruff sometimes go to the cinema–or, as it is known in the States, the movies. Once, when I was in America with my dad, he asked someone if there was a cinema nearby and they said they didn’t know what a cinema was. When my Dad explained that he wanted to see a film, the nice lady told him that there was a movie theatre on the next block.
Anyway, we wanted to go to The Seabourne Apollo on Saturday, but couldn’t find anything we wanted to see. On Friday at school, Miss Arkwright told us she’d been to see The Iron Lady and said everyone in year seven ought to watch it so that we could understand about Alzheimer’s and why ‘the UK’s manufacturing base is in the toilet.’ None of us really understood what she meant by that, especially since she went a bit red and shaky and her voice went sort of high when she said it. Mr Gingell, our geography teacher, who we think has a thing for Miss Arkwright, was with her at the time and said we’d be better off seeing the new Muppets film instead.
So we went to see The Iron lady.
But Mr Gingell was right. In fact Ellie said that we’d seen a bit of both films because some of the scenes in the House of Commons were full of muppets anyway.
On Monday we had to write a poem in English about what we’d done on the weekend. Ruff came up with a classic.
Mrs Thatcher, Iron Lady,
Well remembered by my dad,
Only woman PM, maybe?
Did some good things, did some bad.
Now her memory is hazy,
Missed her Dennis, that was sad,
No one deserves to end up crazy,
Though popcorn prices drive me mad!
Ruff Adams 1C
Miss Arkright gave him an A. Jammy git.