Hanover Street’s First Live Broadcast

In this packed hour, you can listen to some great entertainment presented by the pupils at Hanover Street primary. There are interviews with the Reading Bus staff including the driver and with Councillor Hunter about ‘Saving Hanover Street’.  Two guests were interviewed in the studio -Shiona Annal, Deputy Headteacher at Hanover Street School and Jacqueline Adam, Children’s Librarian from Curriculum Resources and Information Services. There’s also an entertaing interview with the famous Reading Bus puppets!

You can also enjoy jokes, music and singing, and Grace’s story about the Nightingale. Just click play!

Add comment December 21st, 2007

How to be the one

Hiss of snake, swimming from the lakes

Human stomach, which rarely aches

Eye of newt, toe of frog

In  the swamp, get bark of log

Hocus pocus feather of dove

Make me be the one they love

Hair of bear, blood of baboon

Beautiful perfume, helium from balloon

Hair of lady, boy of lies

Sack of potatoes, sharks eyes

Hocus pocus feather of dove

Make me be the one they love

Flags of earth , earth’s eternal  flame

France, Spain, Scotland, must get this aime

Golden star, Butterflies wings

Crunchie bar, Saturn’s rings.

Hocus pocus feather of dove

Make me be the one they love

By Leah Mckay

2 comments November 19th, 2007

62 Siren Place

Can you tell us who lives in number 62 and what’s happened to them?

The exterior door was closed. The doorbell was jammed and the buzzing of the security system was iritatingly annoying. The pattern on the door was like an item a hypnotist would use and the windows were amazingly beautiful.

As you walked in you suddenly realised that the house was quiet apart from the rattling from the water feature. In the entrance hall there was a fountain, a transparent glass sculpture and a tropical fish tank all in one and if that didn’t catch your eye the stairs did. On one half of the U-shaped stairs were glass, light oak and metal and on the other side was wood and shiny brass. But the biggest eyesore of them all was the kitchen.

The kitchen was the biggest room in the house. On one of the worktops lay a banner that said on it JUST MARRIED. Next to it a wedding picture lay and a note stuck onto the worktop that said: Gone to Barbados for honeymoon. See you all in three weeks”. Every time somebody read it strange noises started coming from upstairs. Whatever it was it sounded like a cat being strangled to death.

By Grant. Hanover Street School

3 comments September 28th, 2007

Mysterious Cottage

Do you know who lives in this cottage? But perhaps things are not as straight forward as they appear. 

It was a very strange cottage in the middle of nowhere. The middle curtains were never open. Another very strange thing is the cottage had five doors. The middle door was as huge as a giant, it was slightly open.

Inside in the hall there was nothing. Another door was slightly open again. In this room everything was colourful the chairs, walls and even the TV was colourful. There was a very strange cooking smell coming from upstairs. Through another door there was stairs, the stairs looked like they go on forever but they don’t. The stairs creak and there was music playing while you walk up them.

There are three rooms upstairs the one on the left and right are bedrooms. The bedrooms are so dark and gloomy the middle room was very dark. In this room there is a dark black spooky cauldron. Also there were three sparkling broomsticks lying next to the cauldron. This house was very modern and new downstairs and old and dirty upstairs. How could anyone climb up the stairs, there was thirty flights.

If you feel the colourful walls downstairs they are still wet and the chairs looked really new and clean everything downstairs looked like it just got done up ten minutes ago. Stuck to the wall was a note away to a fancy dress party be back at 12.00 at night

3 comments September 28th, 2007

Down Banana Tree Lane

What sort of person or people live here and what is about to happen?

In an expensive neighbourhood down Banana Tree Lane was a huge house. It had seven windows and you could see into every one of them. It had a garage which was open quarter of the way up. It also had a gate at the front to get in which was wide open. At the front of the door was a bunch of roses.
Entering the house into the hallway there were stairs and under the stairs was a glass top table there was a can of diet Pepsi and three pictures. You could smell the smell of expensive perfume and hairspray. Through the hall and into the kitchen there were two knifes on the floor and empty dishes on the table. Out of the kitchen and into the living room. Looking around the room an ashtray on the floor and a burnt mark on the floor. The TV was attached to the wall and a couch that looked cheap.
Up the stairs and into the bedroom were loads of make-up scattered on the floor like someone had emptied a make-up box on the floor. It looked like someone was going out. There were also clothes lying on the floor. When you opened the wardrobes there was an axe in them. Out of the bedroom was a bathroom it had a mirror on the wall and toothpaste on the floor. Then all of a sudden you could hear a whisper coming from the bedroom and the sound of a door opening.