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A1 a) How old did Orwell estimate that Paddy was? (1)A3 a) How much money has the beggar raised in three days? (1)b) How long had Paddy served in the war? (1)b) How do police believe the individual has obtained the money? (2)c) How did Paddy feel about being a tramp? (1)A4 What do you think and feel about the writer’s views towards the homeless? (10)You should comment on:What is said;How it is said.A2 Orwell is trying to portray that homeless people do not fit society’s stereotype of the homeless. How does he try to do this? (10)You should comment on:What he says about PaddyHis use of language and toneThe structure of his accountA5 According to these two writers, how are the homeless misrepresented? (4)Both of these texts are about homelessness. Compare the following:The writers’ attitudes to homelessnessHow they put across their ideas (10)You must use the text to support your comments and make it clear which text you are referring to.right254000 Taken from the Daily Mail Online, February 10th, 2014Nuisance beggar caught with ?800 in his pocket for just three days scrounging....and police say he's not even homeless!A beggar that police believe isn't even homeless has boasted of raising ?800 in just three days.The unidentified man was found to be carrying the substantial sum of money when officers arrested him in Nottingham city centre on an unrelated matter on February 4th, but they were forced to let him keep the cash when they could find no evidence to prove he had obtained it illegally. Nottinghamshire Police now fears the man could be one of 10 'hardcore' beggars operating in the city, none of who are thought to be genuinely homeless or in need of help. Police officers originally arrested the unidentified man last week after he failed to turn up at Lincolnshire Court on an unrelated matter. Upon searching him they discovered a haul of ?800 in notes and coins in his pockets. Police said that although the man is well known as a prolific beggar, they were forced to hand the money back to him as he had been arrested for something else and it could not be proven that he had broken any law in obtaining it. The man was later released without charge. A police spokeswoman told Mail Online: 'As far as we know the man isn't actually homeless. He is just sitting shivering and people feel sorry for him. If he doesn't actually ask for money, he hasn't broken the law.'She added: 'People will just feel sorry for him and say 'here's a tenner mate'. That's what we believe to be happening. The money may have been taken away for safe-keeping after his arrest but it will definitely be handed back to him, if it hasn't been already,' she went on to say.Officers say the large sum of money suggests the man may be one of a group of all-British 'hardcore' beggars they fear are operating in the city.Speaking to the Nottingham Post, Chief Inspector Shaun Ostle of Nottinghamshire Police said: 'This shows they are basically conning people. He said it was three days' work. Finding that amount of money on someone like that doesn't surprise us any more – which is perhaps the more worrying thing, really'. Mr Ostle says he believes some of the group have been posing as Big Issue sellers in the city, adding: 'They have been stopped before with similar amounts on them. It just shows that when some of these people ask for money it is just a scam. People need to understand they are being conned.' He went on to say: 'These people have more than enough so that they don't need to go on begging. The news comes just months after another man boasted to police of making ?700 a week while begging in Nottingham city centre. He is said to have used a taxi to travel between begging hotspots and was given so much food by members of the public that he had to throw vast quantities of it away. The Nottinghamshire Police spokeswoman said: 'The message here really is not to give to people on the street. There are plenty of options available to people, through charities and hostels. If you give to people on the street you really have no idea who that money is going to,' she added.00 Taken from the Daily Mail Online, February 10th, 2014Nuisance beggar caught with ?800 in his pocket for just three days scrounging....and police say he's not even homeless!A beggar that police believe isn't even homeless has boasted of raising ?800 in just three days.The unidentified man was found to be carrying the substantial sum of money when officers arrested him in Nottingham city centre on an unrelated matter on February 4th, but they were forced to let him keep the cash when they could find no evidence to prove he had obtained it illegally. Nottinghamshire Police now fears the man could be one of 10 'hardcore' beggars operating in the city, none of who are thought to be genuinely homeless or in need of help. Police officers originally arrested the unidentified man last week after he failed to turn up at Lincolnshire Court on an unrelated matter. Upon searching him they discovered a haul of ?800 in notes and coins in his pockets. Police said that although the man is well known as a prolific beggar, they were forced to hand the money back to him as he had been arrested for something else and it could not be proven that he had broken any law in obtaining it. The man was later released without charge. A police spokeswoman told Mail Online: 'As far as we know the man isn't actually homeless. He is just sitting shivering and people feel sorry for him. If he doesn't actually ask for money, he hasn't broken the law.'She added: 'People will just feel sorry for him and say 'here's a tenner mate'. That's what we believe to be happening. The money may have been taken away for safe-keeping after his arrest but it will definitely be handed back to him, if it hasn't been already,' she went on to say.Officers say the large sum of money suggests the man may be one of a group of all-British 'hardcore' beggars they fear are operating in the city.Speaking to the Nottingham Post, Chief Inspector Shaun Ostle of Nottinghamshire Police said: 'This shows they are basically conning people. He said it was three days' work. Finding that amount of money on someone like that doesn't surprise us any more – which is perhaps the more worrying thing, really'. Mr Ostle says he believes some of the group have been posing as Big Issue sellers in the city, adding: 'They have been stopped before with similar amounts on them. It just shows that when some of these people ask for money it is just a scam. People need to understand they are being conned.' He went on to say: 'These people have more than enough so that they don't need to go on begging. The news comes just months after another man boasted to police of making ?700 a week while begging in Nottingham city centre. He is said to have used a taxi to travel between begging hotspots and was given so much food by members of the public that he had to throw vast quantities of it away. The Nottinghamshire Police spokeswoman said: 'The message here really is not to give to people on the street. There are plenty of options available to people, through charities and hostels. If you give to people on the street you really have no idea who that money is going to,' she added.left231140George Orwell – “Down and Out in Paris and London”Published in 1933, this is an autobiographical extract on the theme of poverty.Paddy was my mate for about the next fortnight, and, as he was the first tramp I had known at all well, I want to give an account of him. I believe that he was a typical tramp and there are tens of thousands in England like him.He was a tallish man, aged about thirty-five, with fair hair going grizzled and watery blue eyes. His features were good, but his cheeks had lanked and had that greyish, dirty in the grain look that comes of a bread and margarine diet. He was dressed, rather better than most tramps, in a tweed shooting-jacket and a pair of old evening trousers with the braid still on them. He was careful of his appearance altogether, and carried a razor and boot brush that he would not sell though one would have known him for a tramp a hundred yards away. There was something in his drifting style of walk, and the way he had of hunching his shoulders forward, essentially abject. He had been brought up in Ireland, served two years in the war, and then worked in a metal polish factory, where he had lost his job two years earlier. He was horribly ashamed of being a tramp, but he had picked up all a tramp’s ways. He browsed the pavements unceasingly, never missing a cigarette end, or even an empty cigarette packet, as he used the tissue paper for rolling cigarettes. He had no stomach for crime, however. When we were in the outskirts of Romton, Paddy noticed a bottle of milk on a doorstep, evidently left there by mistake. He stopped, eyeing the bottle hungrily.‘Christ!’ he said, ‘dere’s good food goin’ to waste. Somebody could knock dat bottle off, eh? Knock it off easy.’I saw that he was thinking of ‘knocking it off’ himself. He looked up and down the street; it was a quiet residential street and there was nobody in sight. Paddy’s sickly, chap-fallen face yearned over the milk. Then he turned away, saying gloomily:‘Best leave it. It don’t do a man no good to steal. T’ank God, I ain’t never stolen nothin’ yet.’He had two subjects of conversation, the shame and come-down of being a tramp, and the best way of getting a free meal. His ignorance was limitless and appalling. He once asked me, for instance, whether Napoleon lived before Jesus Christ or after. Another time, when I was looking into a bookshop window, he grew very perturbed because one of the books was called OF THE IMITATION OF CHRIST. He took this for blasphemy. ‘What de hell do dey want to go imitatin’ of HIM for?’ he demanded angrily. He could read, but he had a kind of loathing for books. On our way from Romton to Edbury I went into a public library, and, though Paddy did not want to read, I suggested that he should come in and rest his legs. But he preferred to wait on the pavement. ‘No,’ he said, ‘de sight of all dat bloody print makes me sick.’Like most tramps, he was passionately mean about matches. He had a box of matches when I met him, but I never saw him strike one, and he used to lecture me for extravagance when I struck mine. His method was to cadge a light from strangers, sometimes going without a smoke for half an hour rather than strike a match.Nevertheless, he was a good fellow, generous by nature and capable of sharing his last crust with a friend; indeed he did literally share his last crust with me more than once. He was probably capable of work too, if he had been well fed for a few months. But two years of bread and margarine had lowered his standards hopelessly. 00George Orwell – “Down and Out in Paris and London”Published in 1933, this is an autobiographical extract on the theme of poverty.Paddy was my mate for about the next fortnight, and, as he was the first tramp I had known at all well, I want to give an account of him. I believe that he was a typical tramp and there are tens of thousands in England like him.He was a tallish man, aged about thirty-five, with fair hair going grizzled and watery blue eyes. His features were good, but his cheeks had lanked and had that greyish, dirty in the grain look that comes of a bread and margarine diet. He was dressed, rather better than most tramps, in a tweed shooting-jacket and a pair of old evening trousers with the braid still on them. He was careful of his appearance altogether, and carried a razor and boot brush that he would not sell though one would have known him for a tramp a hundred yards away. There was something in his drifting style of walk, and the way he had of hunching his shoulders forward, essentially abject. He had been brought up in Ireland, served two years in the war, and then worked in a metal polish factory, where he had lost his job two years earlier. He was horribly ashamed of being a tramp, but he had picked up all a tramp’s ways. He browsed the pavements unceasingly, never missing a cigarette end, or even an empty cigarette packet, as he used the tissue paper for rolling cigarettes. He had no stomach for crime, however. When we were in the outskirts of Romton, Paddy noticed a bottle of milk on a doorstep, evidently left there by mistake. He stopped, eyeing the bottle hungrily.‘Christ!’ he said, ‘dere’s good food goin’ to waste. Somebody could knock dat bottle off, eh? Knock it off easy.’I saw that he was thinking of ‘knocking it off’ himself. He looked up and down the street; it was a quiet residential street and there was nobody in sight. Paddy’s sickly, chap-fallen face yearned over the milk. Then he turned away, saying gloomily:‘Best leave it. It don’t do a man no good to steal. T’ank God, I ain’t never stolen nothin’ yet.’He had two subjects of conversation, the shame and come-down of being a tramp, and the best way of getting a free meal. His ignorance was limitless and appalling. He once asked me, for instance, whether Napoleon lived before Jesus Christ or after. Another time, when I was looking into a bookshop window, he grew very perturbed because one of the books was called OF THE IMITATION OF CHRIST. He took this for blasphemy. ‘What de hell do dey want to go imitatin’ of HIM for?’ he demanded angrily. He could read, but he had a kind of loathing for books. On our way from Romton to Edbury I went into a public library, and, though Paddy did not want to read, I suggested that he should come in and rest his legs. But he preferred to wait on the pavement. ‘No,’ he said, ‘de sight of all dat bloody print makes me sick.’Like most tramps, he was passionately mean about matches. He had a box of matches when I met him, but I never saw him strike one, and he used to lecture me for extravagance when I struck mine. His method was to cadge a light from strangers, sometimes going without a smoke for half an hour rather than strike a match.Nevertheless, he was a good fellow, generous by nature and capable of sharing his last crust with a friend; indeed he did literally share his last crust with me more than once. He was probably capable of work too, if he had been well fed for a few months. But two years of bread and margarine had lowered his standards hopelessly. Language Component Two Section A- Speedy Planning Practice7557135322580 TEXT A: SouthWARK news, 7/5/15 AMELIA BURRPECKHAM BOYS GANG CONVERT TELLS OF KILLINGS, ROBBERIES AND DOING TIMENew book reveals all about the story of a young footballer's career lost to gang crimeRobert Kasanga was about to take his first step out of gang life and into a football career as he prepared to go on the pitch to play for Ashford Town’s first team. Then his phone rang and he was told his friend and fellow Peckham Boys gang member had been stabbed and lay fighting for his life in hospital.The next week would see an innocent schoolboy gunned down in his bed and Robert arrested for his murder as his life spiralled out of control.At the height of a gang-led crime spree in Peckham in 2007, fifteen-year-old Michael Dosunmu was murdered in a tragic case of mistaken identity.After carrying out a spate of security van robberies, the Peckham Boys had started turning on each other as they scrambled to get their fair share of the proceeds. Twenty-one-year-old Javarie Crighton was stabbed to death in a row over the money on February 3 2007 and days later two ‘soldiers’ went to take their revenge. As Orando Madden had already confessed to the Crighton murder, they targeted his friend, Hakeem Dosunmu.They got the wrong bedroom and his younger brother, who was not involved in gang life in any way, was shot several times with a Mac-10 sub-machine gun while he slept.The next day aspiring footballer Robert, who was 20-years-old at the time, got a call which turned his world upside down – saying someone had named him as the prime suspect. Robert had been involved in the robberies and was good friends with Crighton so he had motive enough and before long he was arrested and taken into Walworth police station for questioning.“When I found out Javarie had been murdered…. I broke down in tears and all the lads from the first team were consoling me in the dressing room. “I thought to myself this is a dangerous situation and then a couple of days later Michael got killed and I was arrested – everything was spiralling.”With his involvement in the robberies hanging over him, Robert was in deep trouble but he had a strong alibi and was ultimately cleared of being involved in the murder.A month later he did another cash in transit robbery which led to his first stint in prison. Robert spent nearly eight years inside in the end for different robberies but says he put his time to good use, writing a fictionalised account of his gang life, getting a degree and warning other inmates against being in a gang.“While I was in prison I met so many talented kids – just wasted. When you’re good at something stick to it otherwise in the end you’re going to end up dead or in prison,” said Robert, now 28-years-old.“I should’ve been a footballer so of course I regret it. I wasted my life but at least now I’m trying to make the most of my situation.”Robert says there weren’t many choices growing up in Peckham where young people turned to a life of gang crime in their droves.He said:“In that sort of area, everyone wants a name. If you haven’t got a name you’re a nobody. My brother had a name so I followed in his footsteps. I used to look up to him and I wanted to be in with the cool kids.“I say in the book – all the time I was thinking ‘you should be doing something good’ – but the lure of money and the fast life was too strong.”‘The life I live not the life I chose’ – is now available in two parts from Amazon for just under ?10.00 TEXT A: SouthWARK news, 7/5/15 AMELIA BURRPECKHAM BOYS GANG CONVERT TELLS OF KILLINGS, ROBBERIES AND DOING TIMENew book reveals all about the story of a young footballer's career lost to gang crimeRobert Kasanga was about to take his first step out of gang life and into a football career as he prepared to go on the pitch to play for Ashford Town’s first team. Then his phone rang and he was told his friend and fellow Peckham Boys gang member had been stabbed and lay fighting for his life in hospital.The next week would see an innocent schoolboy gunned down in his bed and Robert arrested for his murder as his life spiralled out of control.At the height of a gang-led crime spree in Peckham in 2007, fifteen-year-old Michael Dosunmu was murdered in a tragic case of mistaken identity.After carrying out a spate of security van robberies, the Peckham Boys had started turning on each other as they scrambled to get their fair share of the proceeds. Twenty-one-year-old Javarie Crighton was stabbed to death in a row over the money on February 3 2007 and days later two ‘soldiers’ went to take their revenge. As Orando Madden had already confessed to the Crighton murder, they targeted his friend, Hakeem Dosunmu.They got the wrong bedroom and his younger brother, who was not involved in gang life in any way, was shot several times with a Mac-10 sub-machine gun while he slept.The next day aspiring footballer Robert, who was 20-years-old at the time, got a call which turned his world upside down – saying someone had named him as the prime suspect. Robert had been involved in the robberies and was good friends with Crighton so he had motive enough and before long he was arrested and taken into Walworth police station for questioning.“When I found out Javarie had been murdered…. I broke down in tears and all the lads from the first team were consoling me in the dressing room. “I thought to myself this is a dangerous situation and then a couple of days later Michael got killed and I was arrested – everything was spiralling.”With his involvement in the robberies hanging over him, Robert was in deep trouble but he had a strong alibi and was ultimately cleared of being involved in the murder.A month later he did another cash in transit robbery which led to his first stint in prison. Robert spent nearly eight years inside in the end for different robberies but says he put his time to good use, writing a fictionalised account of his gang life, getting a degree and warning other inmates against being in a gang.“While I was in prison I met so many talented kids – just wasted. When you’re good at something stick to it otherwise in the end you’re going to end up dead or in prison,” said Robert, now 28-years-old.“I should’ve been a footballer so of course I regret it. I wasted my life but at least now I’m trying to make the most of my situation.”Robert says there weren’t many choices growing up in Peckham where young people turned to a life of gang crime in their droves.He said:“In that sort of area, everyone wants a name. If you haven’t got a name you’re a nobody. My brother had a name so I followed in his footsteps. I used to look up to him and I wanted to be in with the cool kids.“I say in the book – all the time I was thinking ‘you should be doing something good’ – but the lure of money and the fast life was too strong.”‘The life I live not the life I chose’ – is now available in two parts from Amazon for just under ?10.left309245TEXT B: FROM Henry Mayhew ‘London Labour and the London Poor’, 1865MEETING OF THIEVES.???As a further proof, however, of the demoralizing influences of the low lodging-houses, I will now conclude my investigations into the subject with a report of the meeting of vagrants, which I convened for the express purpose of consulting them generally upon several points which had come under my notice in the course of my inquiries. The Chronicle reporter's account of this meeting was as follows: --All but a few of the elder boys were remarkable, amidst the rags, filth, and wretchedness of their external appearance, for the mirth and carelessness impressed upon their countenances. At first their behaviour was very noisy and disorderly: coarse and ribald (crude) jokes were freely cracked, exciting general bursts of laughter; while howls, cat-calls, and all manner of unearthly and indescribable yells threatened for some time to render the object of the meeting utterly abortive. At one moment a lad would imitate the bray of a jack-ass, and immediately the whole hundred and fifty would fall to braying.…?The process of interrogating them in the mass having been concluded, the next step was to call several of them separately to the platform, to narrate, in their peculiar style and phraseology, the history of their own career, together with the causes which had led them to take up a life of dishonesty. … ???The next speaker was about 18 years of age, and appeared a very sharp intelligent lad. After making a very grave but irresistibly comical prefatory bow, by placing his hand at the back of his head, and so (as it were) forcing it to give a nod, he proceeded: My father is an engineer's labourer, and the first cause of my thieving was that he kept me without grub, and wallopped me [laughter]. Well, I was at work at the same time that he was, and I kept pilfering, and at lastthey bowled me out [loud cheers]. I got a showing up, and at last they turned me away; and, not liking to go home to my father, I ran away. I went to Margate, where I had some friends, with a shilling in my pocket. I never stopped till Igot to Ramsgate, and I had no l lodging except under the trees, and had only the bits of bread I could pick up. When I got there my grandfather took me in and kept me for a twelvemonth.The next lad, who said he had been fourteen times in prison, was a taller, cleaner, and more intelligent-looking youth than any that had preceded him. After making a low affected bow, over the railing, to the company below, and utter-ing a preliminary a-hem or two with the most ludicrous mock gravity, he began by saying: --?"I am a native of London. My father is a poor labouring man, with 15s.?a week -- little enough, I think, to keep a home for four, and find candle- light [laughter]. I was at work looking after a boiler at a paper-stainer's in Old-street-road at 6s.?a week, when one night they bowled me out. I got the sack, and a bag to take it home in [laughter]. I got my wages, and ran away from home, but in four days, being hungry, and having no money, I went back again. I got a towelling, but it did not do me much good. My father did not like to turn me out of doors, so he tied me to the leg of the bedstead [laughter]. He tied my hands and feet so that I could hardly move, but I managed somehow to turn my gob (mouth) round and gnawed it away. I run down stairs and got out at the back door and over a neighbour's wall, and never went home for nine months. I never bolted with anything. I never took anything that was too hot for me. The captain of a man-of-war about this time took me into his service, where I remained five weeks till I took a fever, and was obliged to go to the hospital. When I recovered, the captain was gone to Africa; and not liking to go home, I stepped away, and have been from home ever since. I was in Brummagem, and was seven days in the new `stir' (prison), and nearly broke my neck. When I came out, I fell into bad company, and went cadging, and have been cadging ever since; but if I could leave off, and go to the Isle of Dogs, the Isle of Man, or the Isle of Woman [laughter], or any other foreign place, I would embrace the opportunity as soon as I could. And if so be that any gentleman would take me in hand, and send me out, I would be very thankful to him, indeed. And so good night" [cheers].00TEXT B: FROM Henry Mayhew ‘London Labour and the London Poor’, 1865MEETING OF THIEVES.???As a further proof, however, of the demoralizing influences of the low lodging-houses, I will now conclude my investigations into the subject with a report of the meeting of vagrants, which I convened for the express purpose of consulting them generally upon several points which had come under my notice in the course of my inquiries. The Chronicle reporter's account of this meeting was as follows: --All but a few of the elder boys were remarkable, amidst the rags, filth, and wretchedness of their external appearance, for the mirth and carelessness impressed upon their countenances. At first their behaviour was very noisy and disorderly: coarse and ribald (crude) jokes were freely cracked, exciting general bursts of laughter; while howls, cat-calls, and all manner of unearthly and indescribable yells threatened for some time to render the object of the meeting utterly abortive. At one moment a lad would imitate the bray of a jack-ass, and immediately the whole hundred and fifty would fall to braying.…?The process of interrogating them in the mass having been concluded, the next step was to call several of them separately to the platform, to narrate, in their peculiar style and phraseology, the history of their own career, together with the causes which had led them to take up a life of dishonesty. … ???The next speaker was about 18 years of age, and appeared a very sharp intelligent lad. After making a very grave but irresistibly comical prefatory bow, by placing his hand at the back of his head, and so (as it were) forcing it to give a nod, he proceeded: My father is an engineer's labourer, and the first cause of my thieving was that he kept me without grub, and wallopped me [laughter]. Well, I was at work at the same time that he was, and I kept pilfering, and at lastthey bowled me out [loud cheers]. I got a showing up, and at last they turned me away; and, not liking to go home to my father, I ran away. I went to Margate, where I had some friends, with a shilling in my pocket. I never stopped till Igot to Ramsgate, and I had no l lodging except under the trees, and had only the bits of bread I could pick up. When I got there my grandfather took me in and kept me for a twelvemonth.The next lad, who said he had been fourteen times in prison, was a taller, cleaner, and more intelligent-looking youth than any that had preceded him. After making a low affected bow, over the railing, to the company below, and utter-ing a preliminary a-hem or two with the most ludicrous mock gravity, he began by saying: --?"I am a native of London. My father is a poor labouring man, with 15s.?a week -- little enough, I think, to keep a home for four, and find candle- light [laughter]. I was at work looking after a boiler at a paper-stainer's in Old-street-road at 6s.?a week, when one night they bowled me out. I got the sack, and a bag to take it home in [laughter]. I got my wages, and ran away from home, but in four days, being hungry, and having no money, I went back again. I got a towelling, but it did not do me much good. My father did not like to turn me out of doors, so he tied me to the leg of the bedstead [laughter]. He tied my hands and feet so that I could hardly move, but I managed somehow to turn my gob (mouth) round and gnawed it away. I run down stairs and got out at the back door and over a neighbour's wall, and never went home for nine months. I never bolted with anything. I never took anything that was too hot for me. The captain of a man-of-war about this time took me into his service, where I remained five weeks till I took a fever, and was obliged to go to the hospital. When I recovered, the captain was gone to Africa; and not liking to go home, I stepped away, and have been from home ever since. I was in Brummagem, and was seven days in the new `stir' (prison), and nearly broke my neck. When I came out, I fell into bad company, and went cadging, and have been cadging ever since; but if I could leave off, and go to the Isle of Dogs, the Isle of Man, or the Isle of Woman [laughter], or any other foreign place, I would embrace the opportunity as soon as I could. And if so be that any gentleman would take me in hand, and send me out, I would be very thankful to him, indeed. And so good night" [cheers].Language Component Two Section A- Speedy Planning PracticeA1 a) How does Mayhew describe the influence of low lodging-houses? (1)A3 a) Which football team had Kasanga signed to play for? (1)b) What reason does the 18 year of boy give for why he stole the first time? (1)b) What does the writer suggest happened to Robert’s life as a result of being arrested? (2)c) Where did the boy sleep once he got to Ramsgate? (1)A4 What do you think and feel about the writer’s views towards the homeless? (10)You should comment on:What is said;How it is said.A2 Mayhew is trying to show the boys’ experiences as criminals. How does he try to do this? that homeless people do not fit society’s stereotype of the homeless. How does he try to do this? (10)You should comment on:What he says about the boysHis use of language and toneThe structure of his accountA5 According to these two writers, how do the boys’ feel about their experiences? (4)Both of these texts are about criminal life in London. Compare the following:The writers’ attitudes to criminal life in London;How they put across their ideas. (10)You must use the text to support your comments and make it clear which text you are referring to.left2762251842 Report (an edited extract)From the whole of the evidence which has been collected, and of which we have thus endeavoured to give a digest, we find – in regard to COAL MINES-That instances occur in which Children are taken into these mines to work as early as four years of age, sometimes at five, and between five and six, not unfrequently between six and seven, and often from seven to eight, while from eight to nine is the ordinary age at which employment in these mines commences.That there are in some districts also a small number of parish apprentices, who are bound to serve their masters until twenty-one years of age, in an employment in which there is nothing of deserving the name of skill to be acquired, under circumstances of frequent ill-treatment, and under the oppressive condition that they shall receive only food and clothing, while their free companions may be obtaining a man’s wages.That in those districts in which the seams of coal are so thick that horses go direct to the workings, or in which the side passages from the workings to the horseways are not at any length, the lights in the main ways render the situation of these Children comparatively less cheerless, dull, and stupefying; but that in some districts they remaining solitude and darkness during the whole time they are in the pit, and according to their won account, many of them never see the light of day for weeks together during the greater part of the winter season, excepting on those days in the week when work is not going on, and on the Sundays.When we consider the extent of this branch of industry, the vast amount of capital embarked in it, and the intimate connection in which it stands with almost all other great branches of trade and manufacture, as a main source of our national wealth and greatness, it is satisfactory to have established, by indubitable evidence, the two following conclusions:-That the coal mine, when properly ventilated and drained, and when both the main and the side passages are of tolerable height, it not only unhealthy, but the temperature being moderate and very uniform, it is, considered as a place of work, more salubrious and even agreeable that that in which many kinds of labour are carried on above ground.That the labour in which Children and Young Persons are chiefly employed in coal mines, namely, in pushing the loaded carriages of coals from the workings to the mainways or to the foot of the shaft, so far from being in itself an unhealthy employment, is a description of exercise which, while it greatly develops the muscles of the arms, shoulders, chest, back, and legs, without confining any part of the body in an unnatural and constrained posture, might, but for the abuse of it, afford an equally healthful excitement to all the other organs; the physical injuries produced by it, as it is at present carried on independently of those which are caused by imperfect ventilation and drainage, being chiefly attributable to the early age at which it commences, and to the length of time during which it is continued.Mary Barrett 14 years old‘I have worked down in pit for five years; father is working in next pit; I have twelve brothers and sisters – all of them but one live at home; they weave and wind, and hurry, and one is a counter, one of them can read, none of the rest can, or write; they never went to day-school, but three of them go to Sunday-school; I hurry for my brother John, and come down at seven o’clock about; I go up at six, sometimes at seven; I do not like working in pit, but I am obliged to get a living; I work always without stockings, or shoes, or trousers; I wear nothing but my chemise; I have to go up to the headings with the men; they are all naked there; I am got well used to that, and don’t care now much about it; I was afraid at first, and did not like it; they never behave rudely to me; I cannot read or write.’ Testimony gathered by Ashley’s Mines Commission, 1842001842 Report (an edited extract)From the whole of the evidence which has been collected, and of which we have thus endeavoured to give a digest, we find – in regard to COAL MINES-That instances occur in which Children are taken into these mines to work as early as four years of age, sometimes at five, and between five and six, not unfrequently between six and seven, and often from seven to eight, while from eight to nine is the ordinary age at which employment in these mines commences.That there are in some districts also a small number of parish apprentices, who are bound to serve their masters until twenty-one years of age, in an employment in which there is nothing of deserving the name of skill to be acquired, under circumstances of frequent ill-treatment, and under the oppressive condition that they shall receive only food and clothing, while their free companions may be obtaining a man’s wages.That in those districts in which the seams of coal are so thick that horses go direct to the workings, or in which the side passages from the workings to the horseways are not at any length, the lights in the main ways render the situation of these Children comparatively less cheerless, dull, and stupefying; but that in some districts they remaining solitude and darkness during the whole time they are in the pit, and according to their won account, many of them never see the light of day for weeks together during the greater part of the winter season, excepting on those days in the week when work is not going on, and on the Sundays.When we consider the extent of this branch of industry, the vast amount of capital embarked in it, and the intimate connection in which it stands with almost all other great branches of trade and manufacture, as a main source of our national wealth and greatness, it is satisfactory to have established, by indubitable evidence, the two following conclusions:-That the coal mine, when properly ventilated and drained, and when both the main and the side passages are of tolerable height, it not only unhealthy, but the temperature being moderate and very uniform, it is, considered as a place of work, more salubrious and even agreeable that that in which many kinds of labour are carried on above ground.That the labour in which Children and Young Persons are chiefly employed in coal mines, namely, in pushing the loaded carriages of coals from the workings to the mainways or to the foot of the shaft, so far from being in itself an unhealthy employment, is a description of exercise which, while it greatly develops the muscles of the arms, shoulders, chest, back, and legs, without confining any part of the body in an unnatural and constrained posture, might, but for the abuse of it, afford an equally healthful excitement to all the other organs; the physical injuries produced by it, as it is at present carried on independently of those which are caused by imperfect ventilation and drainage, being chiefly attributable to the early age at which it commences, and to the length of time during which it is continued.Mary Barrett 14 years old‘I have worked down in pit for five years; father is working in next pit; I have twelve brothers and sisters – all of them but one live at home; they weave and wind, and hurry, and one is a counter, one of them can read, none of the rest can, or write; they never went to day-school, but three of them go to Sunday-school; I hurry for my brother John, and come down at seven o’clock about; I go up at six, sometimes at seven; I do not like working in pit, but I am obliged to get a living; I work always without stockings, or shoes, or trousers; I wear nothing but my chemise; I have to go up to the headings with the men; they are all naked there; I am got well used to that, and don’t care now much about it; I was afraid at first, and did not like it; they never behave rudely to me; I cannot read or write.’ Testimony gathered by Ashley’s Mines Commission, 1842right3101623,000 children enslaved in Britain after being trafficked from Vietnam (Guardian, 2015)Like many Vietnamese children, Hien was brought to Britain for a life of modern slavery. He ended up in prison on cannabis offences. We report on the gangs expanding across the UK and efforts to help their victimsHien was 10 when he arrived in Britain. He did not know where he was or where he had been. He knew only that he was here to work. Since he emerged from the back of a lorry after crossing from Calais seven years ago, his experience has been one of exploitation and misery. He has been a domestic slave, been trafficked into cannabis factories, been abused and beaten and was eventually prosecuted and sent to prison. It has been a life of terror, isolation and pain.Hien’s story is not unique. He is one of an estimated 3,000 Vietnamese children in forced labour in the UK, used for financial gain by criminal gangs running cannabis factories, nail bars, garment factories, brothels and private homes. Charged up to ?25,000 for their passage to the UK, these children collectively owe their traffickers almost ?75m.While there is growing awareness of the use of trafficked Vietnamese people in the booming domestic cannabis trade, child trafficking experts are now warning that the British authorities are unable to keep up with the speed at which UK-based Vietnamese gangs are recruiting and exploiting children for use in other criminal enterprises such as gun-smuggling, crystal meth production and prostitution rings.“By our calculations there are around 3,000 Vietnamese children in the UK who are being used for profit by criminal gangs,” says Philip Ishola, former head of the UK’s Counter Human Trafficking Bureau.“The police and the authorities are now aware that trafficked children are being forced to work in cannabis farms but this is really only the tip of the iceberg. Often the same child will be exploited not just in a cannabis farm but also in myriad different ways. This is happening right under our noses and not enough is being done to stop it.”Police admit that they are struggling with the speed at which Vietnamese criminal gangs are diversifying and expanding their activities across the England and into Scotland and Northern Ireland. “Right now we are just fighting in the trenches, fighting in the nail bars,” said detective inspector Steven Cartwright, who heads Police Scotland’s human trafficking unit. “It is vital that we that we understand new methods being deployed by the gangs because we need to stop demand at one end or limit their ability to make money at the other.”003,000 children enslaved in Britain after being trafficked from Vietnam (Guardian, 2015)Like many Vietnamese children, Hien was brought to Britain for a life of modern slavery. He ended up in prison on cannabis offences. We report on the gangs expanding across the UK and efforts to help their victimsHien was 10 when he arrived in Britain. He did not know where he was or where he had been. He knew only that he was here to work. Since he emerged from the back of a lorry after crossing from Calais seven years ago, his experience has been one of exploitation and misery. He has been a domestic slave, been trafficked into cannabis factories, been abused and beaten and was eventually prosecuted and sent to prison. It has been a life of terror, isolation and pain.Hien’s story is not unique. He is one of an estimated 3,000 Vietnamese children in forced labour in the UK, used for financial gain by criminal gangs running cannabis factories, nail bars, garment factories, brothels and private homes. Charged up to ?25,000 for their passage to the UK, these children collectively owe their traffickers almost ?75m.While there is growing awareness of the use of trafficked Vietnamese people in the booming domestic cannabis trade, child trafficking experts are now warning that the British authorities are unable to keep up with the speed at which UK-based Vietnamese gangs are recruiting and exploiting children for use in other criminal enterprises such as gun-smuggling, crystal meth production and prostitution rings.“By our calculations there are around 3,000 Vietnamese children in the UK who are being used for profit by criminal gangs,” says Philip Ishola, former head of the UK’s Counter Human Trafficking Bureau.“The police and the authorities are now aware that trafficked children are being forced to work in cannabis farms but this is really only the tip of the iceberg. Often the same child will be exploited not just in a cannabis farm but also in myriad different ways. This is happening right under our noses and not enough is being done to stop it.”Police admit that they are struggling with the speed at which Vietnamese criminal gangs are diversifying and expanding their activities across the England and into Scotland and Northern Ireland. “Right now we are just fighting in the trenches, fighting in the nail bars,” said detective inspector Steven Cartwright, who heads Police Scotland’s human trafficking unit. “It is vital that we that we understand new methods being deployed by the gangs because we need to stop demand at one end or limit their ability to make money at the other.”Language Component Two Section A- Speedy Planning PracticeA1 a) What was the youngest age noted of the children taken into the mines? (1)A3 a) How old was Hien when he arrived in Britain? (1)b) When are parish apprentices contracted to serve their Masters to? (1)b) What does the writer suggest about Vietnamese child labour in Britain? (2)c) Which day were workers permitted to rest from their work in the pit? (1)A4 What do you think and feel about the writer’s views towards child trafficking? (10)You should comment on:What is said;How it is said.A2 The report was called for by Lord Ashley-Cooper to highlight the poor working conditions for children in the mines. The writer is trying to highlight such concerns. How does he try to do this? (10)You should comment on:What he says about the conditionsHis use of language and toneThe structure of his reportA5 According to these two writers, how do the children feel about their experiences? (4)Both of these texts are about child labour. Compare the following:The writers’ attitudes to child labour;How they put across their ideas. (10)You must use the text to support your comments and make it clear which text you are referring to.Language Component Two Section A- Speedy Planning Practice7449185144145Elizabeth Day has been sent to report on the 2005 Glastonbury Festival for a Sunday newspaper. Source B: Are we having fun yet? by Elizabeth Day (2005) Anton is standing knee-deep in tea-coloured water. He is covered in a slippery layer of dark brown mud, like a gleaming otter emerging from a river-bed. The occasional empty bottle of Somerset cider wafts past his legs, carried away by the current. "I mean," he says, with a broad smile and a strange, staring look in his dilated eyes, "where else but Glastonbury would you find all this?" He sweeps his arm in a grandiose arc, encompassing a scene of near-total devastation. In one field, a series of tents has lost its moorings in a recent thunderstorm and is floating down the hillside. The tents are being chased by a group of shivering, half-naked people who look like the survivors of a terrible natural disaster. When I was told that The Sunday Telegraph was sending me to experience Glastonbury for the first time, my initial reaction was one of undiluted horror. Still, I thought, at least the weather was good. England was in the grip of a heat wave. But then the rains came: six hours of uninterrupted thunderstorm in the early hours of Friday morning. When I arrived later that day, there was a polite drizzle. By yesterday, the rain had given way to an overcast sky, the colour of exhaled cigarette smoke. The mud, however, remained, and the only way to get around the 900-acre site was - like Anton - to resign oneself to getting very dirty indeed. Everything else might have been damp, but the crowd remained impressively good-humoured throughout. "It's a very safe, family-friendly atmosphere," says Ed Thaw, a music student from London. “This is my sixth time at Glastonbury and I've never had any trouble." Indeed, on my train to Castle Cary, the carriages are crammed with well-spoken degree students sipping Pimms2 and making polite chit-chat. The acts for 2005 included Coldplay, Elvis Costello and the American rock band The Killers, who brought a touch of salubriousness to the proceedings by performing in tuxedo3 jackets and glitter. But Glastonbury has still managed to preserve a healthy degree of wackiness. In the Lost Vagueness area, a 1950s-style diner comes complete with fancy-dress rock 'n' roll dancers and a constant stream of Elvis songs. The Chapel of Love and Loathing has a disc jockey booth disguised as a church organ. Apparently, couples can get married here. Outside, a man wearing a huge pink Afro-wig4 is twirling round and round in bare feet. "What happened to your shoes?" I ask. "They got washed away with my tent," he says, cheerily. Bizarrely, everyone seems to be having a brilliant time and there are broad grins wherever I look. In fact, it's almost nice, this Glastonbury thing.00Elizabeth Day has been sent to report on the 2005 Glastonbury Festival for a Sunday newspaper. Source B: Are we having fun yet? by Elizabeth Day (2005) Anton is standing knee-deep in tea-coloured water. He is covered in a slippery layer of dark brown mud, like a gleaming otter emerging from a river-bed. The occasional empty bottle of Somerset cider wafts past his legs, carried away by the current. "I mean," he says, with a broad smile and a strange, staring look in his dilated eyes, "where else but Glastonbury would you find all this?" He sweeps his arm in a grandiose arc, encompassing a scene of near-total devastation. In one field, a series of tents has lost its moorings in a recent thunderstorm and is floating down the hillside. The tents are being chased by a group of shivering, half-naked people who look like the survivors of a terrible natural disaster. When I was told that The Sunday Telegraph was sending me to experience Glastonbury for the first time, my initial reaction was one of undiluted horror. Still, I thought, at least the weather was good. England was in the grip of a heat wave. But then the rains came: six hours of uninterrupted thunderstorm in the early hours of Friday morning. When I arrived later that day, there was a polite drizzle. By yesterday, the rain had given way to an overcast sky, the colour of exhaled cigarette smoke. The mud, however, remained, and the only way to get around the 900-acre site was - like Anton - to resign oneself to getting very dirty indeed. Everything else might have been damp, but the crowd remained impressively good-humoured throughout. "It's a very safe, family-friendly atmosphere," says Ed Thaw, a music student from London. “This is my sixth time at Glastonbury and I've never had any trouble." Indeed, on my train to Castle Cary, the carriages are crammed with well-spoken degree students sipping Pimms2 and making polite chit-chat. The acts for 2005 included Coldplay, Elvis Costello and the American rock band The Killers, who brought a touch of salubriousness to the proceedings by performing in tuxedo3 jackets and glitter. But Glastonbury has still managed to preserve a healthy degree of wackiness. In the Lost Vagueness area, a 1950s-style diner comes complete with fancy-dress rock 'n' roll dancers and a constant stream of Elvis songs. The Chapel of Love and Loathing has a disc jockey booth disguised as a church organ. Apparently, couples can get married here. Outside, a man wearing a huge pink Afro-wig4 is twirling round and round in bare feet. "What happened to your shoes?" I ask. "They got washed away with my tent," he says, cheerily. Bizarrely, everyone seems to be having a brilliant time and there are broad grins wherever I look. In fact, it's almost nice, this Glastonbury thing.174625157480 Charles Dickens is writing in 1839 about a fair in London which was a popular annual event he enjoyed. Source A: Greenwich Fair by Charles Dickens (1839) The road to Greenwich during the whole of Easter Monday is in a state of perpetual bustle and noise. Cabs, hackney-coaches, ‘shay’ carts, coal-waggons, stages, omnibuses, donkey-chaises - all crammed with people, roll along at their utmost speed. The dust flies in clouds, ginger-beer corks go off in volleys, the balcony of every public-house is crowded with people smoking and drinking, half the private houses are turned into tea-shops, fiddles are in great request, every little fruit-shop displays its stall of gilt gingerbread and penny toys; horses won’t go on, and wheels will come off. Ladies scream with fright at every fresh concussion and servants, who have got a holiday for the day, make the most of their time. Everybody is anxious to get on and to be at the fair, or in the park, as soon as possible. The chief place of resort in the daytime, after the public-houses, is the park, in which the principal amusement is to drag young ladies up the steep hill which leads to the Observatory, and then drag them down again at the very top of their speed, greatly to the derangement of their curls and bonnetcaps, and much to the edification of lookers-on from below. ‘Kiss in the Ring,’ and ‘Threading my Grandmother’s Needle5 ,’ too, are sports which receive their full share of patronage. Five minutes’ walking brings you to the fair itself; a scene calculated to awaken very different feelings. The entrance is occupied on either side by the vendors of gingerbread and toys: the stalls are gaily lighted up, the most attractive goods profusely disposed, and un-bonneted young ladies induce you to purchase half a pound of the real spice nuts, of which the majority of the regular fairgoers carry a pound or two as a present supply, tied up in a cotton pocket handkerchief. Occasionally you pass a deal table, on which are exposed pennyworths of pickled salmon (fennel included), in little white saucers: oysters, with shells as large as cheese-plates, and several specimens of a species of snail floating in a somewhat bilious-looking green liquid. Imagine yourself in an extremely dense crowd, which swings you to and fro, and in and out, and every way but the right one; add to this the screams of women, the shouts of boys, the clanging of gongs, the firing of pistols, the ringing of bells, the bellowings of speaking-trumpets, the squeaking of penny dittos, the noise of a dozen bands, with three drums in each, all playing different tunes at the same time, the hallooing of showmen, and an occasional roar from the wild beast shows; and you are in the very centre and heart of the fair. This immense booth, with the large stage in front, so brightly illuminated with lamps, and pots of burning fat, is ‘Richardson’s,’ where you have a melodrama (with three murders and a ghost), a pantomime, a comic song, an overture, and some incidental music, all done in five-and-twenty minutes. ‘Just a-going to begin! Pray come for’erd, come for’erd,’ exclaims the man in the countryman’s dress, for the seventieth time: and people force their way up the steps in crowds. The band suddenly strikes up and the leading tragic actress, and the gentleman who enacts the ‘swell’ in the pantomime, foot it to perfection. ‘All in to begin,’ shouts the manager, when no more people can be induced to ‘come for’erd,’ and away rush the leading members of the company to do the first piece.00 Charles Dickens is writing in 1839 about a fair in London which was a popular annual event he enjoyed. Source A: Greenwich Fair by Charles Dickens (1839) The road to Greenwich during the whole of Easter Monday is in a state of perpetual bustle and noise. Cabs, hackney-coaches, ‘shay’ carts, coal-waggons, stages, omnibuses, donkey-chaises - all crammed with people, roll along at their utmost speed. The dust flies in clouds, ginger-beer corks go off in volleys, the balcony of every public-house is crowded with people smoking and drinking, half the private houses are turned into tea-shops, fiddles are in great request, every little fruit-shop displays its stall of gilt gingerbread and penny toys; horses won’t go on, and wheels will come off. Ladies scream with fright at every fresh concussion and servants, who have got a holiday for the day, make the most of their time. Everybody is anxious to get on and to be at the fair, or in the park, as soon as possible. The chief place of resort in the daytime, after the public-houses, is the park, in which the principal amusement is to drag young ladies up the steep hill which leads to the Observatory, and then drag them down again at the very top of their speed, greatly to the derangement of their curls and bonnetcaps, and much to the edification of lookers-on from below. ‘Kiss in the Ring,’ and ‘Threading my Grandmother’s Needle5 ,’ too, are sports which receive their full share of patronage. Five minutes’ walking brings you to the fair itself; a scene calculated to awaken very different feelings. The entrance is occupied on either side by the vendors of gingerbread and toys: the stalls are gaily lighted up, the most attractive goods profusely disposed, and un-bonneted young ladies induce you to purchase half a pound of the real spice nuts, of which the majority of the regular fairgoers carry a pound or two as a present supply, tied up in a cotton pocket handkerchief. Occasionally you pass a deal table, on which are exposed pennyworths of pickled salmon (fennel included), in little white saucers: oysters, with shells as large as cheese-plates, and several specimens of a species of snail floating in a somewhat bilious-looking green liquid. Imagine yourself in an extremely dense crowd, which swings you to and fro, and in and out, and every way but the right one; add to this the screams of women, the shouts of boys, the clanging of gongs, the firing of pistols, the ringing of bells, the bellowings of speaking-trumpets, the squeaking of penny dittos, the noise of a dozen bands, with three drums in each, all playing different tunes at the same time, the hallooing of showmen, and an occasional roar from the wild beast shows; and you are in the very centre and heart of the fair. This immense booth, with the large stage in front, so brightly illuminated with lamps, and pots of burning fat, is ‘Richardson’s,’ where you have a melodrama (with three murders and a ghost), a pantomime, a comic song, an overture, and some incidental music, all done in five-and-twenty minutes. ‘Just a-going to begin! Pray come for’erd, come for’erd,’ exclaims the man in the countryman’s dress, for the seventieth time: and people force their way up the steps in crowds. The band suddenly strikes up and the leading tragic actress, and the gentleman who enacts the ‘swell’ in the pantomime, foot it to perfection. ‘All in to begin,’ shouts the manager, when no more people can be induced to ‘come for’erd,’ and away rush the leading members of the company to do the first piece.A1 a) What do the ‘ladies scream’ with? (1)A3 a) What colour is the water that Anton is standing in? (1)b) What does Dickens say, the scene is calculated,’ to do? (1)b) What does the writer suggest were her initial feelings towards going to Glastonbury? (2)c) What does the manager say to mark the start of the band’s performance? (1)A4 What do you think and feel about the writer’s views towards festivals? (10)You should comment on:What is said;How it is said.A2 How does Dickens show the atmosphere of the fair? (10)You should comment on:What he says about the fairHis use of language and toneThe structure of his description.A5 According to these two writers, how do they view the fair or festival in a positive way? (4)Both of these texts are about an experience at a fair or festival. Compare the following:The writers’ attitudes and views of their experience at the fair or festival; How they put across their ideas. (10)You must use the text to support your comments and make it clear which text you are referring to.187960375920This article is about a suffragette, Emily Wilding Davison, who ran in front of the King’s horse at the Derby, injuring herself and the horse’s jockey. There is a dispute about whether she did this deliberately.SENSATIONAL DERBY.SUFFRAGIST’S MAD ACT.KING’S HORSE BROUGHT DOWN.WOMAN AND JOCKEY INJURED.An extraordinary incident marked the race for the Derby yesterday afternoon. As the horses were making for Tattenham Corner a woman rushed out on the course in front of the King’s horse Anmer,and put her hands above her head. The horse knocked her down, and then turned a complete somersault on its jockey, Herbert Jones. When the animal recovered itself Jones was dragged a few yards. He is suffering from concussion, and the woman, who had a Suffragist flag wrapped round her waist, and whose name is Emily Wilding Davison, is in a very serious condition in Epsom Cottage Hospital. The King made immediate inquiries regarding his jockey, who has no bones broken. … THE INJURED WOMAN: QUEEN’S INQUIRIESThe woman knocked down by Anmer was Miss Emily Wilding Davison, a well-known Suffragist, who has been sentenced on several occasions for acts of militancy. The fact that a Women’s Social and Political Union card was found on her, and that she had the Suffragist colours tied around her waist, suggested that her action in placing herself in the way of the horses was a deliberate one, but (says the Press Association) people who were close by her at the rails expressed the view that she rushed on the course in the belief that all the horses had passed. Some of the spectators gave it as their opinion that she was crossing the course in order to get to a friend on the opposite side, and fainted when she saw the horses galloping on her. On the other hand, an eyewitness regarded it as a deliberate act. “We were,” he said, “all intent on the finish of the race, and were straining forward to see which of the leaders had won. Just at that moment there was a scream, and I saw a woman leaping forward and making a grab at the bridle of Anmer, the King’s horse. The horse reared and fell, bringing down its jockey. Jones seemed to be stunned and was taken away by ambulance men. The woman was lying on the ground, and when the crowd rushed on to the course the police surrounded her. She was removed on a stretcher.” …00This article is about a suffragette, Emily Wilding Davison, who ran in front of the King’s horse at the Derby, injuring herself and the horse’s jockey. There is a dispute about whether she did this deliberately.SENSATIONAL DERBY.SUFFRAGIST’S MAD ACT.KING’S HORSE BROUGHT DOWN.WOMAN AND JOCKEY INJURED.An extraordinary incident marked the race for the Derby yesterday afternoon. As the horses were making for Tattenham Corner a woman rushed out on the course in front of the King’s horse Anmer,and put her hands above her head. The horse knocked her down, and then turned a complete somersault on its jockey, Herbert Jones. When the animal recovered itself Jones was dragged a few yards. He is suffering from concussion, and the woman, who had a Suffragist flag wrapped round her waist, and whose name is Emily Wilding Davison, is in a very serious condition in Epsom Cottage Hospital. The King made immediate inquiries regarding his jockey, who has no bones broken. … THE INJURED WOMAN: QUEEN’S INQUIRIESThe woman knocked down by Anmer was Miss Emily Wilding Davison, a well-known Suffragist, who has been sentenced on several occasions for acts of militancy. The fact that a Women’s Social and Political Union card was found on her, and that she had the Suffragist colours tied around her waist, suggested that her action in placing herself in the way of the horses was a deliberate one, but (says the Press Association) people who were close by her at the rails expressed the view that she rushed on the course in the belief that all the horses had passed. Some of the spectators gave it as their opinion that she was crossing the course in order to get to a friend on the opposite side, and fainted when she saw the horses galloping on her. On the other hand, an eyewitness regarded it as a deliberate act. “We were,” he said, “all intent on the finish of the race, and were straining forward to see which of the leaders had won. Just at that moment there was a scream, and I saw a woman leaping forward and making a grab at the bridle of Anmer, the King’s horse. The horse reared and fell, bringing down its jockey. Jones seemed to be stunned and was taken away by ambulance men. The woman was lying on the ground, and when the crowd rushed on to the course the police surrounded her. She was removed on a stretcher.” …Language Component Two Section A- Speedy Planning Practice746252036830 Emma Watson was encouraged not to use the word 'feminism' during UN 'HeForShe' speech'If women are terrified to use the word, how on earth are men supposed to start using it?'Emma Watson?has revealed she was advised not to use the word ‘feminism’ during her groundbreaking?‘HeForShe’ speech?at the United Nations.The?Regression?actress?claimed?people recommended she steer clear of the word when writing what is now considered to be one of the most feminist speeches in recent years.?“I was encouraged not to use the word ‘feminism’ because people felt that it was alienating and separating and the whole idea of the speech was to include as many people as possible," she told?Porter?Magazine.??However, this advice fell on deaf ears and Watson said the words ‘feminism’ and ‘feminist’ six times during her 12-minute speech?calling on men and boys to join the fight for gender equality.?A large portion?of her speech focused on the use of the word feminism?and questioned why it has become an “unpopular” and “uncomfortable” one.The actress said: “I thought long and hard and ultimately felt that it was just the right thing to do. If women are terrified to use the word, how on earth are men supposed to start using it?”Watson’s speech at the UN headquarters in New York has been viewed almost over 1.5 million times on Youtube.During the speech, she called on men to champion women’s issues?and also highlighted the problems they can develop because of the pressures to be stereotypically masculine.Watson, who was appointed a?UN goodwill ambassador for women in 2014, campaigns for women's issues?around the world.Earlier this year she?interviewed campaigner Malala Yousafzai, who said she only started identifying as a feminist after watching the 25-year-old's speech. “Because so many women design and make the clothes we wear, it’s primarily the working conditions of women that are affected by the decisions we make, so fashion is a feminist issue.00 Emma Watson was encouraged not to use the word 'feminism' during UN 'HeForShe' speech'If women are terrified to use the word, how on earth are men supposed to start using it?'Emma Watson?has revealed she was advised not to use the word ‘feminism’ during her groundbreaking?‘HeForShe’ speech?at the United Nations.The?Regression?actress?claimed?people recommended she steer clear of the word when writing what is now considered to be one of the most feminist speeches in recent years.?“I was encouraged not to use the word ‘feminism’ because people felt that it was alienating and separating and the whole idea of the speech was to include as many people as possible," she told?Porter?Magazine.??However, this advice fell on deaf ears and Watson said the words ‘feminism’ and ‘feminist’ six times during her 12-minute speech?calling on men and boys to join the fight for gender equality.?A large portion?of her speech focused on the use of the word feminism?and questioned why it has become an “unpopular” and “uncomfortable” one.The actress said: “I thought long and hard and ultimately felt that it was just the right thing to do. If women are terrified to use the word, how on earth are men supposed to start using it?”Watson’s speech at the UN headquarters in New York has been viewed almost over 1.5 million times on Youtube.During the speech, she called on men to champion women’s issues?and also highlighted the problems they can develop because of the pressures to be stereotypically masculine.Watson, who was appointed a?UN goodwill ambassador for women in 2014, campaigns for women's issues?around the world.Earlier this year she?interviewed campaigner Malala Yousafzai, who said she only started identifying as a feminist after watching the 25-year-old's speech. “Because so many women design and make the clothes we wear, it’s primarily the working conditions of women that are affected by the decisions we make, so fashion is a feminist issue.A1 a) Where did Emily Wilding Davison run in front of the King’s horse? 1)A3 a) Which word did Watson state women were afraid to use? (1)b) What did Herbert Jones suffer from as a result? (1)b) What reasons does the writer suggest Watson was given hen encouraged not to use the word ‘feminism’ within her speech? (2)c) What had Wilding Davison been sentenced for on several occasions? (1)A4 What do you think and feel about the writer’s views towards feminism? (10)You should comment on:What is said;How it is said.A2 The reporter explores whether Wilding Davison ran before the horse deliberately. How does he do this effectively? (10)You should comment on:What he says about the suffragetteHis use of language and toneThe structure of his reportA5 According to these two writers, how do both women act as feminists? (4)Both of these texts are about women’s rights for equality. Compare the following:The writers’ attitudes to campaigning for women’s rights;How they put across their ideas. (10)You must use the text to support your comments and make it clear which text you are referring to.left377825Source B: Rambles in German and Italy by Mary Shelley – 1840 2 Monday 5th September The train of the railroad started at two in the afternoon for Gmunden: we thus had a few hours to spare. One of our party climbed the heights above Linz, to feast his eyes on the view which had enchanted me the preceding evening. There is no circumstance in travelling, consequent on my narrow means that I regret so much, as my being obliged to deny myself hiring a carriage when I arrive in a strange town, and the not being able to drive about everywhere, and see everything. I wandered about the town, and stood long on the bridge, drinking in the beauty of the scene, till soul became full to the brim with the sense of delight. The river is indeed magnificent; with speed, yet with a vastness that makes speed majestic, it hurries on the course assigned to it by the Creator. Never, never had I so much enjoyed the glory of the earth. The Danube gives Linz a superiority over a thousand scenes otherwise of equal beauty. Standing on the bridge, above is a narrow pass, hedged in by high sombre rocks, and the river sweeps, darkening as it goes, beneath the gloomy shadows of the cliffs; below, it flows in a mighty stream through a valley of wide expanse, till you lose sight of it at the base of distant mountains. I should liked to have stayed some days a Linz: I grieved also not to be going by stream to Vienna. Our drive by the railroad to Gmunden was delightful. We had a little carriage to ourselves. Our road lay through a valley watered by a stream, and adorned by woods; it was a secluded home-felt scene; while the high distant mountains redeemed it from tameness. After the sandy deserts of Prussia, and the burnt-up country round Dresden, the freshness and green of a pastoral valley, the murmur of streams and rivulets, the delightful shadow of the trees, imparted a sense of peace and amenity that lapped me in Elysium. We changed the train at Lambach, a quiet shady village. We had bargained that we should be allowed to visit the falls of the Traun on our way. It was evening before we reached the spot, and the falls are nearly a mile from the road; we had no guide but were told we could not miss the way. Our path lay through a wood, and as the twilight deepened we sometimes doubted whether we had gone astray through the gloom of the thicket. You know that a mile of unknown road, with some suspicion hovering in the mind as to whether you are in the right path, becomes at least three, or rather one feels as if it would never end. We came at last to the brink of the precipice above the river and descended by steps cut in the rock. We thus reached the lower part of the fall. With some difficulty, it being late, the Miller was found, and meanwhile we clambered to the points of rock from which the cascade is viewed. It was dim twilight, with the moon quietly moving among the summer clouds, and shedding its silver on the waters. The river winding above through a wooded ravine comes to an abrupt rocky descent, over which it falls with foam and spray. The drought had reduced the supply of water; a portion also carried off for the purpose of traffic – a wooden canal being constructed to allow the salt barges to ascend and descend the Traun without interruption from the cascade. This canal is on an inclined plain and it would be very delightful to rush down: we could not, as there was no boat; but for six swanzikers (six eightpences) the sluices were shut and the water blocked up, turned to feed and augment the fall. The evening hour took from the accuracy of our view, but added immeasurably to its charm; the mysterious glittering of the spray beneath the moon; the deep shadows of the rocks and trees; the soft air and dashing water – here was the reward for infinite fatigue and inconvenience; here we grasped an hour which, when the memory of every discomfort has become almost a pleasure, will endure as one of the sweetest in life.00Source B: Rambles in German and Italy by Mary Shelley – 1840 2 Monday 5th September The train of the railroad started at two in the afternoon for Gmunden: we thus had a few hours to spare. One of our party climbed the heights above Linz, to feast his eyes on the view which had enchanted me the preceding evening. There is no circumstance in travelling, consequent on my narrow means that I regret so much, as my being obliged to deny myself hiring a carriage when I arrive in a strange town, and the not being able to drive about everywhere, and see everything. I wandered about the town, and stood long on the bridge, drinking in the beauty of the scene, till soul became full to the brim with the sense of delight. The river is indeed magnificent; with speed, yet with a vastness that makes speed majestic, it hurries on the course assigned to it by the Creator. Never, never had I so much enjoyed the glory of the earth. The Danube gives Linz a superiority over a thousand scenes otherwise of equal beauty. Standing on the bridge, above is a narrow pass, hedged in by high sombre rocks, and the river sweeps, darkening as it goes, beneath the gloomy shadows of the cliffs; below, it flows in a mighty stream through a valley of wide expanse, till you lose sight of it at the base of distant mountains. I should liked to have stayed some days a Linz: I grieved also not to be going by stream to Vienna. Our drive by the railroad to Gmunden was delightful. We had a little carriage to ourselves. Our road lay through a valley watered by a stream, and adorned by woods; it was a secluded home-felt scene; while the high distant mountains redeemed it from tameness. After the sandy deserts of Prussia, and the burnt-up country round Dresden, the freshness and green of a pastoral valley, the murmur of streams and rivulets, the delightful shadow of the trees, imparted a sense of peace and amenity that lapped me in Elysium. We changed the train at Lambach, a quiet shady village. We had bargained that we should be allowed to visit the falls of the Traun on our way. It was evening before we reached the spot, and the falls are nearly a mile from the road; we had no guide but were told we could not miss the way. Our path lay through a wood, and as the twilight deepened we sometimes doubted whether we had gone astray through the gloom of the thicket. You know that a mile of unknown road, with some suspicion hovering in the mind as to whether you are in the right path, becomes at least three, or rather one feels as if it would never end. We came at last to the brink of the precipice above the river and descended by steps cut in the rock. We thus reached the lower part of the fall. With some difficulty, it being late, the Miller was found, and meanwhile we clambered to the points of rock from which the cascade is viewed. It was dim twilight, with the moon quietly moving among the summer clouds, and shedding its silver on the waters. The river winding above through a wooded ravine comes to an abrupt rocky descent, over which it falls with foam and spray. The drought had reduced the supply of water; a portion also carried off for the purpose of traffic – a wooden canal being constructed to allow the salt barges to ascend and descend the Traun without interruption from the cascade. This canal is on an inclined plain and it would be very delightful to rush down: we could not, as there was no boat; but for six swanzikers (six eightpences) the sluices were shut and the water blocked up, turned to feed and augment the fall. The evening hour took from the accuracy of our view, but added immeasurably to its charm; the mysterious glittering of the spray beneath the moon; the deep shadows of the rocks and trees; the soft air and dashing water – here was the reward for infinite fatigue and inconvenience; here we grasped an hour which, when the memory of every discomfort has become almost a pleasure, will endure as one of the sweetest in life.right321310 Source A: The Art of Travel by Alain de Botton Awakening early on that first morning, I slipped on the dressing gown provided and went out on to the veranda. In the dawn light the sky was a pale grey-blue and, after the rustlings of the night before, all the creatures and even the wind seemed in deep sleep. It was as quiet as a library. Beyond the hotel room stretched a wide beach which was covered at first with coconut trees and then sloped unhindered towards the sea. I climbed over the veranda’s low railings and walked across the sand. Nature was at her most benevolent . It was as if, in creating this small horseshoe bay, she had chosen to atone1 for her ill-temper in other regions and decided to display only her munificence . The trees provided shade and milk, the floor of the sea was lined with shells, the sand was powdery and the colour of sun-ripened wheat, and the air – even in the shade – had an enveloping, profound warmth to it so unlike the fragility of northern European heat, always prone to cede , even in midsummer, to a more assertive, proprietary1 chill. I found a deck chair at the edge of the sea. I could hear small lapping sounds beside me, as if a kindly monster was taking discreet sips of water from a large goblet. A few birds were waking up and beginning to career through the air in matinal1 excitement. Behind me, the raffia roofs of the hotel bungalows were visible through gaps in the trees. Before me was a view that I recognised from the brochure: the beach stretched away in a gentle curve towards the tip of the bay, behind it were jungle-covered hills and the first row of coconut trees inclined irregularly towards the turquoise sea, as though some of them were craning their necks to catch a better angle of the sun. Yet this description only imperfectly reflects what occurred within me that morning, for my attention was in truth far more fractured and confused than the foregoing paragraphs suggest. I may have noticed a few birds careering through the air in excitement, but my awareness of them was weakened by a number of other, incongruous and unrelated elements, among these, a sore throat that I had developed during the flight, a worry at not having informed a colleague that I would be away, a pressure across both temples and a rising need to visit the bathroom. A momentous but until then overlooked fact was making its first appearance: that I had inadvertently brought myself with me to the island. It is easy to forget ourselves when we contemplate pictorial and verbal descriptions of places. At home, as my eyes had panned over photographs of Barbados, there were no reminders that those eyes were intimately tied to a body and mind which would travel with me wherever I went and that might, over time, assert their presence in ways which would threaten or even negate the purpose of what the eyes had come there to see. At home, I would concentrate on pictures of a hotel room, a beach or a sky and ignore the complex creature in which this observation was taking place and for whom this was only a small part of a larger, more multi-faceted task of living. Veranda - a roofed platform along the outside of a house, level with the ground floorBenevolent - well-meaning or kindly Atone - make amends or repair Munificence - generosity Cede - give up power Proprietary - ownership Matinal - relating to or taking place in the morning00 Source A: The Art of Travel by Alain de Botton Awakening early on that first morning, I slipped on the dressing gown provided and went out on to the veranda. In the dawn light the sky was a pale grey-blue and, after the rustlings of the night before, all the creatures and even the wind seemed in deep sleep. It was as quiet as a library. Beyond the hotel room stretched a wide beach which was covered at first with coconut trees and then sloped unhindered towards the sea. I climbed over the veranda’s low railings and walked across the sand. Nature was at her most benevolent . It was as if, in creating this small horseshoe bay, she had chosen to atone1 for her ill-temper in other regions and decided to display only her munificence . The trees provided shade and milk, the floor of the sea was lined with shells, the sand was powdery and the colour of sun-ripened wheat, and the air – even in the shade – had an enveloping, profound warmth to it so unlike the fragility of northern European heat, always prone to cede , even in midsummer, to a more assertive, proprietary1 chill. I found a deck chair at the edge of the sea. I could hear small lapping sounds beside me, as if a kindly monster was taking discreet sips of water from a large goblet. A few birds were waking up and beginning to career through the air in matinal1 excitement. Behind me, the raffia roofs of the hotel bungalows were visible through gaps in the trees. Before me was a view that I recognised from the brochure: the beach stretched away in a gentle curve towards the tip of the bay, behind it were jungle-covered hills and the first row of coconut trees inclined irregularly towards the turquoise sea, as though some of them were craning their necks to catch a better angle of the sun. Yet this description only imperfectly reflects what occurred within me that morning, for my attention was in truth far more fractured and confused than the foregoing paragraphs suggest. I may have noticed a few birds careering through the air in excitement, but my awareness of them was weakened by a number of other, incongruous and unrelated elements, among these, a sore throat that I had developed during the flight, a worry at not having informed a colleague that I would be away, a pressure across both temples and a rising need to visit the bathroom. A momentous but until then overlooked fact was making its first appearance: that I had inadvertently brought myself with me to the island. It is easy to forget ourselves when we contemplate pictorial and verbal descriptions of places. At home, as my eyes had panned over photographs of Barbados, there were no reminders that those eyes were intimately tied to a body and mind which would travel with me wherever I went and that might, over time, assert their presence in ways which would threaten or even negate the purpose of what the eyes had come there to see. At home, I would concentrate on pictures of a hotel room, a beach or a sky and ignore the complex creature in which this observation was taking place and for whom this was only a small part of a larger, more multi-faceted task of living. Veranda - a roofed platform along the outside of a house, level with the ground floorBenevolent - well-meaning or kindly Atone - make amends or repair Munificence - generosity Cede - give up power Proprietary - ownership Matinal - relating to or taking place in the morningLanguage Component Two Section A- Speedy Planning PracticeA1 a) Where was the train headed for at 2pm? (1)A3 a) What type of trees are on the edge of the jungle? (1)b) Where was the train to? (1)b) What reasons does the writer give for his lack of interest in the bird? (2)c) What did Shelley’s lack of funds mean that she was unable to do? (1)A4 What do you think and feel about the writer’s views towards travel? (10)You should comment on:What is said;How it is said.A2 Shelley depicts the beauty of Italy and Germany within her account. How does she do this effectively? (10)You should comment on:What she says about the settingHer use of language and toneThe structure of her accountA5 According to these two writers, how do both writers feel about their settings? (4)Both of these texts are about their experiences of travel. Compare the following:The writers’ attitudes to travel;How they put across their ideas. (10)You must use the text to support your comments and make it clear which text you are referring to.95885374650The account of Florence Nightingale’s experiences in a hospital during the Crimean war.A message came to me to prepare for 510 wounded on our side of the Hospital who were arriving from the dreadful affair of the 5th November from Balaklava, in which battle were 1763 wounded and 442 killed, besides 96 officers wounded and 38 killed. I always expected to end my Days as Hospital Matron, but I never expected to be Barrack Mistress. We had but half an hour’s notice before they began landing the wounded. Between one and 9 o’clock we had the mattresses stuffed, sewn up, laid down—alas! only upon matting on the floor—the men washed and put to bed, and all their wounds dressed. I wish I had time. I would write you a letter dear to a surgeon’s heart. I am as good as a Medical Times! But oh! you Gentlemen of England who sit at Home in all the well-earned satisfaction of your successful cases, can have little Idea from reading the newspapers of the Horror and Misery (in a Military Hospital) of operating upon these dying, exhausted men. A London Hospital is a Garden of Flowers to it. We have our Quarters in one Tower of the Barrack, and all this fresh influx has been laid down between us and the Main Guard, in two Corridors, with a line of Beds down each side, just room for one person to pass between, and four wards. Yet in the midst of this appalling Horror (we are steeped up to our necks in blood) there is good, and I can truly say, like St. Peter, “It is good for us to be here”—though I doubt whether if St. Peter had been here, he would have said so. As I went my night-rounds among the newly wounded that first night, there was not one murmur, not one groan, the strictest discipline—the most absolute silence and quiet prevailed—only the steps of the Sentry—and I heard one man say, “I was dreaming of my friends at Home,” and another said, “I was thinking of them.” These poor fellows bear pain and mutilation with an unshrinking heroism which is really superhuman, and die, or are cut up without a complaint. The wounded are now lying up to our very door, and we are landing 540 more from the Andes. I take rank in the Army as Brigadier General, because 40 British females, whom I have with me, are more difficult to manage than 4000 men. Let no lady come out here who is not used to fatigue and privation.… Every ten minutes an Orderly runs, and we have to go and cram lint into the wound till a Surgeon can be sent for, and stop the Bleeding as well as we can. In all our corridor, I think we have not an average of three Limbs per man. And there are two Ships more “loading” at the Crimea with wounded—(this is our Phraseology). Then come the operations, and a melancholy, not an encouraging List is this. They are all performed in the wards—no time to move them; one poor fellow exhausted with h?morrhage, has his leg amputated as a last hope, and dies ten minutes after the Surgeon has left him. Almost before the breath has left his body it is sewn up in its blanket, and carried away and buried the same day. We have no room for Corpses in the Wards. The Surgeons pass on to the next, an excision of the shoulder-joint, beautifully performed and going on well. Ball lodged just in the head of the joint and fracture starred all round. The next poor fellow has two Stumps for arms, and the next has lost an arm and a leg. As for the Balls they go in where they like and come out where they like and do as much harm as they can in passing.00The account of Florence Nightingale’s experiences in a hospital during the Crimean war.A message came to me to prepare for 510 wounded on our side of the Hospital who were arriving from the dreadful affair of the 5th November from Balaklava, in which battle were 1763 wounded and 442 killed, besides 96 officers wounded and 38 killed. I always expected to end my Days as Hospital Matron, but I never expected to be Barrack Mistress. We had but half an hour’s notice before they began landing the wounded. Between one and 9 o’clock we had the mattresses stuffed, sewn up, laid down—alas! only upon matting on the floor—the men washed and put to bed, and all their wounds dressed. I wish I had time. I would write you a letter dear to a surgeon’s heart. I am as good as a Medical Times! But oh! you Gentlemen of England who sit at Home in all the well-earned satisfaction of your successful cases, can have little Idea from reading the newspapers of the Horror and Misery (in a Military Hospital) of operating upon these dying, exhausted men. A London Hospital is a Garden of Flowers to it. We have our Quarters in one Tower of the Barrack, and all this fresh influx has been laid down between us and the Main Guard, in two Corridors, with a line of Beds down each side, just room for one person to pass between, and four wards. Yet in the midst of this appalling Horror (we are steeped up to our necks in blood) there is good, and I can truly say, like St. Peter, “It is good for us to be here”—though I doubt whether if St. Peter had been here, he would have said so. As I went my night-rounds among the newly wounded that first night, there was not one murmur, not one groan, the strictest discipline—the most absolute silence and quiet prevailed—only the steps of the Sentry—and I heard one man say, “I was dreaming of my friends at Home,” and another said, “I was thinking of them.” These poor fellows bear pain and mutilation with an unshrinking heroism which is really superhuman, and die, or are cut up without a complaint. The wounded are now lying up to our very door, and we are landing 540 more from the Andes. I take rank in the Army as Brigadier General, because 40 British females, whom I have with me, are more difficult to manage than 4000 men. Let no lady come out here who is not used to fatigue and privation.… Every ten minutes an Orderly runs, and we have to go and cram lint into the wound till a Surgeon can be sent for, and stop the Bleeding as well as we can. In all our corridor, I think we have not an average of three Limbs per man. And there are two Ships more “loading” at the Crimea with wounded—(this is our Phraseology). Then come the operations, and a melancholy, not an encouraging List is this. They are all performed in the wards—no time to move them; one poor fellow exhausted with h?morrhage, has his leg amputated as a last hope, and dies ten minutes after the Surgeon has left him. Almost before the breath has left his body it is sewn up in its blanket, and carried away and buried the same day. We have no room for Corpses in the Wards. The Surgeons pass on to the next, an excision of the shoulder-joint, beautifully performed and going on well. Ball lodged just in the head of the joint and fracture starred all round. The next poor fellow has two Stumps for arms, and the next has lost an arm and a leg. As for the Balls they go in where they like and come out where they like and do as much harm as they can in passing.right272979 Nurses being placed in 'intolerable situations 5th October 2015 Channel 4Nurses are being made to work in "intolerable situations", with many considering leaving the profession, according to a poll.The Royal College of Nursing (RCN) surveyed more than 4,000 nurses found many felt undervalued, with too many patients to care for alongside too much paperwork.Over half (56 per cent) claimed too much time was spent on non-nursing duties, with 59% too busy to provide the level of care they would like to. 43 per cent have seen an increase in the number of patients they are being asked to care for, while 42% of those working in the NHS said there had been recruitment freezes.More than a third (34 per cent) feel bullying and harassment is a problem within their workplace whilst 82 per cent have worked when not well enough to do so.?Fewer than half (45 per cent) would recommend nursing as a career.Josie Irwin, head of employment relations at the RCN, said: "Nursing staff are being placed in intolerable situations, working themselves sick and still not feeling they have been able to deliver the care they would like. Many nurses skip every break, work late after every shift, do their paperwork in their own time, and the pressure just increases. Many are coming in to work despite being unwell, often due to work-related stress. This is no good for nurses, but we know it will have an effect on patients too."'Too much paperwork'Of all those surveyed, 29% of nurses said they did not feel nursing would offer them a secure job in the future. Almost a third (31 per cent) were in the process of seeking a new job, with almost a quarter looking to leave the healthcare profession completely.53% said they worked extra hours to earn money to pay for bills and other living expenses and 32% have worked nights or evening shifts for the same reason. One nurse told the RCN: "I have to work late most shifts to ensure workload is complete. Too much paperwork and not enough patient care."Another stated: "The ward is intense and busy. We are running ourselves into the ground, not taking breaks and leaving an hour after shifts end to get all our work done. We should get paid a lot more for this amount of pressure."The ward is intense and busy. We are running ourselves into the groundMs Irwin said: "Employers, the NHS and the Government need to work together to ensure that there are enough nurses, with the right level of skills, where they are needed. There needs to be a recognition that care is a part of all our futures, and we should value it, invest in it and train enough people to deliver it well."00 Nurses being placed in 'intolerable situations 5th October 2015 Channel 4Nurses are being made to work in "intolerable situations", with many considering leaving the profession, according to a poll.The Royal College of Nursing (RCN) surveyed more than 4,000 nurses found many felt undervalued, with too many patients to care for alongside too much paperwork.Over half (56 per cent) claimed too much time was spent on non-nursing duties, with 59% too busy to provide the level of care they would like to. 43 per cent have seen an increase in the number of patients they are being asked to care for, while 42% of those working in the NHS said there had been recruitment freezes.More than a third (34 per cent) feel bullying and harassment is a problem within their workplace whilst 82 per cent have worked when not well enough to do so.?Fewer than half (45 per cent) would recommend nursing as a career.Josie Irwin, head of employment relations at the RCN, said: "Nursing staff are being placed in intolerable situations, working themselves sick and still not feeling they have been able to deliver the care they would like. Many nurses skip every break, work late after every shift, do their paperwork in their own time, and the pressure just increases. Many are coming in to work despite being unwell, often due to work-related stress. This is no good for nurses, but we know it will have an effect on patients too."'Too much paperwork'Of all those surveyed, 29% of nurses said they did not feel nursing would offer them a secure job in the future. Almost a third (31 per cent) were in the process of seeking a new job, with almost a quarter looking to leave the healthcare profession completely.53% said they worked extra hours to earn money to pay for bills and other living expenses and 32% have worked nights or evening shifts for the same reason. One nurse told the RCN: "I have to work late most shifts to ensure workload is complete. Too much paperwork and not enough patient care."Another stated: "The ward is intense and busy. We are running ourselves into the ground, not taking breaks and leaving an hour after shifts end to get all our work done. We should get paid a lot more for this amount of pressure."The ward is intense and busy. We are running ourselves into the groundMs Irwin said: "Employers, the NHS and the Government need to work together to ensure that there are enough nurses, with the right level of skills, where they are needed. There needs to be a recognition that care is a part of all our futures, and we should value it, invest in it and train enough people to deliver it well."Language Component Two Section A- Speedy Planning PracticeA1 a) How many wounded men did the message state to prepare for? 1)A3 a) How many nurses were surveyed by the RCN? (1)b) In what position did Nightingale expect to end her career ? (1)b) What reasons does the writer give to suggest that nursing would not be a secure job in the future ? (2)c) What does Nightingale state the nurses are steeped up to the neck in? (1)A4 What do you think and feel about the writer’s views towards nurse’s working conditions? (10)You should comment on:What is said;How it is said.A2 Nightingale writes in an attempt to explain how horrendous working conditions were for nurses on the front. How does she do this effectively?You should comment on:What she says about the working conditionsHer use of language and toneThe structure of her accountA5 According to these two writers, how are nurses working under challenging circumstances? (4)Both of these texts are about nurses’ working conditions. Compare the following:The writers’ attitudes to nursing;How they put across their ideas. (10)You must use the text to support your comments and make it clear which text you are referring to. ................
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