Analysis Monday – T-Shirts

Every Monday we will be looking at a short extract from a text and analysing what and how the writer has written. Feel free to add your own comments!


I blame the T-shirts. The casual wear favoured by those founding wunderkinds of tech – Mark Zuckerberg, Steve Jobs, Sergey Brin, Larry Page and the rest – lulled us into a false sense of security. Even after they’d begun making serious money, too many of us took the aversion to a collar and tie to mean the likes of Facebook or Google were not really scary capitalist behemoths, but retained the spirit of the upstart startup: quirky, plucky and driven chiefly by a desire to do cool stuff with computers. They certainly saw themselves that way, Google charmingly distilling its mission statement into three words: “Don’t be evil.” It’s amazing how long an initial image of laidback informality can endure: for decades, Britons struggled to see Virgin as a corporate giant because Richard Branson had long hair and a goatee.

Jonathan Freedland (to read article in full –

– Short sentence to open and draw in reader. Creates a slightly humourous tone but also sumarise the point being made

– Emphasises point that we were decieved into believeing them (Word choice) 

– Contrast – showing the difference is what they are and what we think they are.

– Rule of three (after colon) – to emphasise what the spirit of a start up is, this also builds up the contast with the big “capitalist behemoths”

– Word choice – again building up the idea of the cool start-up for a billion dollar company

-Sentence Structure – colon shows that the writer is expanding on the point being made, giving an example which we all know and understand and shows that this is not a new problem.

Poetry Friday; Marrog – RC Scriven

I remember reading this poem in primary school and totally loving the fab description!


The Marrog
My desk’s at the back of the class
    And nobody, nobody knows
        I’m a Morrog from Mars
With a body of brass
    And seventeen fingers and toes.
Wouldn’t they shriek if they knew
    I’ve three eyes at the back of my head
    And my hair is bright purple
My nose is deep blue
    And my teeth are half-yellow, half-red.
My five arms are silver, and spiked
    With knives on them sharper than spears.
I could go back right now if I liked-
    And return in a million light-years.
I could gobble them all 
For I’m seven foot tall
    And return in a million ears,
Wouldn’t they yell if they knew,
    If they guessed that a Morrog was here?
Ha-ha, they haven’t a clue-
    Or wouldn’t they tremble with fear!
“Look, look, a Morrog”
    They’d all scream-and SMACK
The blackboard would fall and the ceiling would crack
    And teacher would faint, I suppose.
But I grin to myself,l sitting right at the back
    And nobody, nobody knows.

Analysis Monday – Pawnbroker

Every Monday we will be looking at a short extract from a text and analysing what and how the writer has written. Feel free to add your own comments!


What a place of broken promises and lost hopes the pawnbroker proved to be! Every class, every profession, every walk of life was represented in its grubby windows, the detritus of so many lives pinned like butterflies behind the glass. Overhead a wooden sign with three red balls on a blue background hung on rusty chains, refusing to swing in the breeze, as if to assert that nothing here would ever move, that once the owners had lost their possession they would never see them again.

Anthony Horowitz

– Word choice “broken” and “lost” reveals the hopelessness of the pawnbrokers  – developed further by the repetition of “lost”

– Use of a list and repetition of “every” emphasises that anyone and everyone uses a pawnbrokers.

– Description of the exterior helps to develop further that hopeless mood and feeling.

– Transferred Epithet – it is the people who is lacking in energy – drained by the experience of the pawnbrokers.


Poetry Friday; Sheep – C. Kenneth Burrow

This is just a beautiful poem about bedraggled sheep who get a glimpse of the sun!



Huddled, rain-drenched, forlorn they stood,
Their fleeces blown one way;
The wet wind cried in solitude
About the failing day.

Leaves whirled below, aloft; the sky
Sagged like a sodden shroud;
No stir of life, no pleading cry,
Came from the draggled crowd.

Sudden the western portals wide
Opened on that gaunt fold;
Then lo, a flock beautified
With fleeces dripping gold!

C. Kennett Burrow

Analysis Monday – Foreign Correspondent

Every Monday we will be looking at a short extract from a text and analysing what and how the writer has written it.

Feel free to add your own analysis in the comments!


“As a kid, I used to think that Foreign Correspondents were the most exciting of people. They were professional seekers of chaos, rushing to the scene of any global disaster, willingly hurling themselves into the fire. It’s what I always wanted to be.

Dom Joly

– Use of contrast to show how unusual these Foreign Correspondents are – they do a job in an area which is in meltdown, and they have to appear to be calm and efficient. Seekers also implies that they hunt for this chaos – that it is a conscious choice.

– Two words, action words, that builds from that idea of them being “Seekers” It shows the speed at which they work and also implies how they choose this life. It also adds to the idea that this is an exciting job.

– Two phrases which highlight the danger of what they are doing

– “Willingly” – builds on the idea of “Seekers” this is something they choose to do. Showing their adventerours, thrill-seeking side

– Simple sentence at the end of the quote and yet it reveals a lot about Dom Joly’s character. It is an effective end to this paragraph.



Poetry Friday; Firebird – Jean Kenward

There is nothing nicer than watching a real fire and the flames dance and fly up.


The Firebird’


Fire – what lets you leap and spring,

fluttering your golden wing in the soft

and smoky air,

sending sparkles everywhere?


Fire – what makes you as you are,

sharing light with sun and star –

sharing all that you may be

with anyone as small as me?


Fire – what show you how to fly smoke

in spirals to the sky?

And, when you sink down

to rest, gives you ashes for a nest?


Jean Kenward



Analysis Mondays – Bus

Every Monday we will be looking at a short extract from a text and analysing what and how the writer has written.

Feel free to add your own comments/analysis below!


From a newspaper article about kids not being allowed to drive their bikes to school. (


Thus, every weekday morning, scores of idling cars line up behind dozens of buses disgorging waves of kids. Amidst this, Janette and Adam—each of whom was about 5 feet tall—seemed like a pair of diminutive daredevils wading into a tsunami.

– Use of the word “every” which emphasises that it happens all the time.

– “scores” and “Dozens” – layering up of words to reveal just how busy the school is

– disgorging is such a beautiful word and it again suggests the sheer amount of kids and also the chaotic nature of the movement

– Love the metaphor of these intrepid children managing their way through the chaos (tsunami) – again layering up your understanding through use of word choice. The clever use of diminutive reveals just how brave these children are to push their way through