The Hitcher LO: to consider how poets may use language to create characters.

Starter: guess the celebrity! David Beckham

Cheryl Cole

Well i like Gucci and Prada and Versace and YSL and DKNY and Tommy Hillfigure and all them dead expensive shops in London. Well i like Gucci and Prada and Versace and YSL and DKNY and Tommy Hilfiger and all them dead expensive shops in London! A wannabe celebrity A member of the British aristocracy A rich business woman Well i like Gucci and Prada and Versace and YSL and DKNY and Tommy Hilfiger and all them dead expensive shops in London!

Some say his skill is one to match George Best Yet he slithers and weaves around the truth Like a school boy being caught cheating On his weeping wife Wounded Woeful. Wayne Rooney

Task 1: who is being described? Some say his skill is one to match George Best Yet he slithers and weaves around the truth Like a school boy being caught cheating On his weeping wife Wounded Woeful. footballer Sibilance suggests he is like a snake Suggests he is immature?

Task 2: predictions I think the poem will be about.... When the two men meet I imagine... From the way the poem starts I predict that...

Hitcher I'd been tired, under the weather, but the ansaphone kept screaming: One more sick-note, mister, and you're finished. Fired. I thumbed a lift to where the car was parked. A Vauxhall Astra. It was hired.

I picked him up in Leeds. He was following the sun to west from east with just a toothbrush and the good earth for a bed. The truth he said, was blowin' in the wind, or round the next bend.

I let him have it on the top road out of Harrogate - once with the head, then six times with the krooklok in the face - and didn't even swerve. I dropped it into third

and leant across to let him out, and saw him in the mirror bouncing off the kerb, then disappearing down the verge. We were the same age, give or take a week. He'd said he liked the breeze to run its fingers through his hair. It was twelve noon. The outlook for the day was moderate to fair. Stitch that, I remember thinking, you can walk from there.

Hitcher I'd been tired, under the weather, but the ansaphone kept screaming: One more sick-note, mister, and you're finished. Fired. I thumbed a lift to where the car was parked. A Vauxhall Astra. It was hired. I picked him up in Leeds. He was following the sun to west from east with just a toothbrush and the good earth for a bed. The truth he said, was blowin' in the wind, or round the next bend. I let him have it on the top road out of Harrogate - once with the head, then six times with the krooklok in the face - and didn't even swerve. I dropped it into third and leant across to let him out, and saw him in the mirror bouncing off the kerb, then disappearing down the verge. We were the same age, give or take a week. He'd said he liked the breeze to run its fingers through his hair. It was twelve noon. The outlook for the day was moderate to fair. Stitch that, I remember thinking, you can walk from there.

Task 3: Independent writing I'd been tired, under the weather, but the ansaphone kept screaming: One more sick-note, mister, and you're finished. Fired. I thumbed a lift to where the car was parked. A Vauxhall Astra. It was hired. I picked him up in Leeds. He was following the sun to west from east with just a toothbrush and the good earth for a bed. The truth he said, was blowin' in the wind, or round the next bend. He picked me up I’d been , under the , and the wind kept on I thumbed a lift to where the wind would take me. A kind man stopped. I was thankful.

Plenary task: peer assess What has your partner done well? What do you like about their stanza? Could they do something better? Can you suggest something that would make their work even better?

The Hitcher LO: to consider how poets may use language to create characters.