Harry Potter and a dodgy day at the fair
First up,....... well i thought it was splendid, I got my copy at exactly midnight on friday night/saturday morning, and i had finished it by lunch time the following morning, i am of course talking about the latest installment of harry potter. Yes it did rely on the fact everyone who read it would have read its predessesors, and it is a prelude for the final show down, but as i am a huge fan i was not excluded nor offended by eithier of theses issues and you have to admire jk rowlings arragance, she has her audience captavated, she doesn't need to make any more money and therefore she can write exactly how she likes, no more overly simplified explainations about the wizarding world, no more regurgitating harry's history over and over, my only complaint is that they could use some more spells, really in 6 years you would think they would know more than bloody sheild charms and jelly leg jinxs. I was captivated and will wait with baited breath for the next book. I will say no more as yet on the subject as no one else has finished and i don't want to spoil it for any one, all i will say is tissues at the ready.
Strange day, trooped down to the beach with the husband and kids, and good god if you didn't look to closely you'd think you were at some jolly sea side restort, there were deck chairs, there was a brass band, there were children frolicking in the water, there were yauts, there was a man who had swum out as for as the end of the pier. I just don't understand how people can confuse scummy penarth "beach" with well some where nice, that you might consider for a day trip, i mean the guy who swam out to the end of the pier was probably admitted to hospital with viles diease early this evening and the children frolicking int the water probably splashed on to the beach to ask mummy what that funny looking fish that floated past was, at which point mummy packed up the picnic and shoood the kids in to the car, disgusted by the fact that her kids were paddling in amoungst condoms, beer cans and sanitary towels. If they want to sell penarth as an pituresque town by the blue blue sea then i really think they should make an effort to clean it up abit and not just truss it up with dodgy brass bands, which by the way were not playing oh i do like to be beside the sea side and other merry tunes but mournful shcool orchestra stuff. any way on the way home more of a trudge by now not a troop, and spy a bouncy castle in the kymin, further investigation tells us there is also to be cakes and stall etc, free admission to all, so in we go to entertain b for awhile on the bouncy castle. VERY STRANGE, cheery violin musics lots of precocious childern adn union jack bunting, Mayor sat there in shiny necklace or at least the shiny necklace led me to belive he was, kind of intimate garden party atmosphere very penarthian, yet no friendly smiles in our direction, the whole thing is becoming more surreal by the minute, b finallyclimbs on the bouncy castle, some otheer child bounces on with face paint, fair enough, then i notice that face paint is writing, again fair enough, on friday night most people collecting hp had something scrawled across there face's Dumbledore or you know who etc, but no this child has Immanuel written across his head, it would seem we had stumbled in to church fate, but no whole some old lady type church fate, a born again cult type scenario, complete with brainwashed children and beaded i love jesus necklaces. A hasty exit was indeed called for, acosted upon exit and have leaflet thrust upon me but apart for that escape relitivle unscathed, thank god if you'll pardon the pun, i'm am not about to begin a lengthy discussion on the exsitance of God, but i find it it far healthier to see a kid with harry potter written on its spam than God, or jesus or something, children should find there own heros, and i don't think a three year old who has immanuel for face paint has been brought up with an freedom of choice. I don't quite know what i'm trying to say, i'm too tired now, I've lost my thread i was disturbed is all. Kids should be kids. write fimbles across your head, or be a pirate, or a tiger, don't use the innocent faces of children as abillboard for yor faith.
Strange day, trooped down to the beach with the husband and kids, and good god if you didn't look to closely you'd think you were at some jolly sea side restort, there were deck chairs, there was a brass band, there were children frolicking in the water, there were yauts, there was a man who had swum out as for as the end of the pier. I just don't understand how people can confuse scummy penarth "beach" with well some where nice, that you might consider for a day trip, i mean the guy who swam out to the end of the pier was probably admitted to hospital with viles diease early this evening and the children frolicking int the water probably splashed on to the beach to ask mummy what that funny looking fish that floated past was, at which point mummy packed up the picnic and shoood the kids in to the car, disgusted by the fact that her kids were paddling in amoungst condoms, beer cans and sanitary towels. If they want to sell penarth as an pituresque town by the blue blue sea then i really think they should make an effort to clean it up abit and not just truss it up with dodgy brass bands, which by the way were not playing oh i do like to be beside the sea side and other merry tunes but mournful shcool orchestra stuff. any way on the way home more of a trudge by now not a troop, and spy a bouncy castle in the kymin, further investigation tells us there is also to be cakes and stall etc, free admission to all, so in we go to entertain b for awhile on the bouncy castle. VERY STRANGE, cheery violin musics lots of precocious childern adn union jack bunting, Mayor sat there in shiny necklace or at least the shiny necklace led me to belive he was, kind of intimate garden party atmosphere very penarthian, yet no friendly smiles in our direction, the whole thing is becoming more surreal by the minute, b finallyclimbs on the bouncy castle, some otheer child bounces on with face paint, fair enough, then i notice that face paint is writing, again fair enough, on friday night most people collecting hp had something scrawled across there face's Dumbledore or you know who etc, but no this child has Immanuel written across his head, it would seem we had stumbled in to church fate, but no whole some old lady type church fate, a born again cult type scenario, complete with brainwashed children and beaded i love jesus necklaces. A hasty exit was indeed called for, acosted upon exit and have leaflet thrust upon me but apart for that escape relitivle unscathed, thank god if you'll pardon the pun, i'm am not about to begin a lengthy discussion on the exsitance of God, but i find it it far healthier to see a kid with harry potter written on its spam than God, or jesus or something, children should find there own heros, and i don't think a three year old who has immanuel for face paint has been brought up with an freedom of choice. I don't quite know what i'm trying to say, i'm too tired now, I've lost my thread i was disturbed is all. Kids should be kids. write fimbles across your head, or be a pirate, or a tiger, don't use the innocent faces of children as abillboard for yor faith.
posted by Lorna at 9:45 PM
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I didn't realise you didn't accept annonymous comments. i've left one on a previus blog. It's me neo . how ever i am not going through any legnthy questions to join up.
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