There two videos in this blog post in which you can hear the Scottish and northwest of Ireland accents. In the Irish video (hitching a lift to Derry), the girl won’t give the man a lift to Derry because he calls the city ‘Derry’ instead of ‘Londonderry’. It’s funny because he says some inappropriate things before that but she only gets offended because of how he refers to the city. Derry is the main city where I live and you can read a little bit about the problem regarding its name in the first reading link. Most people call it Derry and don’t like the name ‘Londonderry’, but you can still see it being called ‘Londonderry’ in some places like British news websites. And some people want to keep the name ‘Londonderry’ because of their British ancestry. When the council voted to officially get rid of ‘London’ from the name, some pro-British politicians accused them of being sectarian (discriminating against someone because of the religious or social group they belong to).

I also included an interesting article that discusses what our prehistoric ancestors ate, and how they domesticated animals and started farming particular crops to influence what our diet is like today. At the bottom of the blog post is a song I heard on the TV at my cousin’s house recently. I liked the song and the lyrics have some good collocations and phrasal verbs that it’ll be useful for you to get familiar with.

 

Reading

Council votes to rename Derry

TV scientist Alice Roberts invites Northern Ireland public to a prehistoric dinner

 

Listening

Hitching a lift to Derry

Old places in Stirling, Scotland 

 

Music

“Mountain At My Gates”

I see a mountain at my gates
I see it more and more each day
What I give, it takes away
Whether I go or when I stay

I see a mountain at my gates
I see it more and more each day
I see a fire out by the lake
I’ll drive my car without the brakes

I see a mountain in my way
It’s looming larger by the day
I see a darkness in my fate
I’ll drive my car without the brakes

Oh, gimme some time
Show me the foothold from which I can climb
Yeah, when I feel low
You show me a signpost for where I should go

I see a mountain at my gates
I see it more and more each day
And my desire wears a dark dress
But each day, I see you less

Oh, gimme some time
Show me the foothold from which I can climb
Yeah, when I feel low
You show me a signpost for where I should go

Through lanes and stone rows
Black granite, wind blows
Fire lake and far flame
Go now but come again
Dark clouds gather ’round
Will I run or stand my ground?

Oh, when I come to climb
Show me the mountain so far behind
Yeah, it’s farther away
Its shadow gets smaller day after day

Yeah, gimme my way
Gimme my love
Gimme my choice
You keep me coming around
Gimme my fate
Gimme my lungs
Gimme my voice
You keep me coming around
Gimme my lungs
Gimme my, gimme my, gimme my, gimme my
Gimme my, gimme my, gimme my, gimme my, gimme my way
Gimme my fate
Gimme my lungs
Gimme my choice
You keep me coming round

 

 

See the previous blog post here.

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