I’m cribbing this shamelessly from a newspaper, but it’s so shockingly bad that I feel it deserves highlighting.
This site lists all manner of weird and wonderful inventions that people have applied to patent.
That people think there is a need for some of these things makes me question whether we really are at the peak of civilisation.
If we are, then the only way now appears to be downwards!
Cordless jump rope? Why not just pretend to be skipping? Or would that just look silly?
I’m cribbing this shamelessly from a newspaper, but it’s so shockingly bad that I feel it deserves highlighting.
This site lists all manner of weird and wonderful inventions that people have applied to patent.
That people think there is a need for some of these things makes me question whether we really are at the peak of civilisation.
If we are, then the only way now appears to be downwards!
Cordless jump rope? Why not just pretend to be skipping? Or would that just look silly?
I’m cribbing this shamelessly from a newspaper, but it’s so shockingly bad that I feel it deserves highlighting.
This site lists all manner of weird and wonderful inventions that people have applied to patent.
That people think there is a need for some of these things makes me question whether we really are at the peak of civilisation.
If we are, then the only way now appears to be downwards!
Cordless jump rope? Why not just pretend to be skipping? Or would that just look silly?
I’m cribbing this shamelessly from a newspaper, but it’s so shockingly bad that I feel it deserves highlighting.
This site lists all manner of weird and wonderful inventions that people have applied to patent.
That people think there is a need for some of these things makes me question whether we really are at the peak of civilisation.
If we are, then the only way now appears to be downwards!
Cordless jump rope? Why not just pretend to be skipping? Or would that just look silly?
I really wasn’t in a blogging place yesterday, despite, or perhaps because of, the long bank holiday weekend.
I’m still not sure whether my mojo is fully functioning, but I guess it’s a case of publish and be damned.
So a quick recap – we went to see the Chuckle Brothers on Saturday and took on eof our friends son’s with us – they’ve had a recent addition to the family, and we know how a little bit of eace and quiet is appreciated.
So that was our good deed for the day.
So here’s my review of the play/panto:
From the opening “pyrotechnics” and music, you know what this show is going to be about, it’s panto, pure and simply.
The Doctor Who theme is tenuous to say the least. There is a TARDIS, to facilitate space travel, and there is a “Garlic”, that makes a brief appearance.
The only other Doctor Who reference is the baddie : The Mister.
The Doctor Huw What and Professor Mee Hoo names that the Chuckles have are designed with maximum mix up in mind.
Overall the show is more tenuous than the current real Doctor Who series, excepting the psychic paper malarkey that David Tennant has perhaps.
The presence of a gorilla in the TARDIS without any explanation or consequence only serves to heighten the sense of panto.
The use of acrobats probably serves to save the Chuckle Brothers’ ageing legs and pad the show out considerably.
If you go to see this, you’re going to get wet. If you’re in the front row you run the risk of getting VERY wet, or covered in “custard pie”.
Overall a very funny show, my six year old loved it, and didn’t care about the lack of Doctor Who references or inconsistent plot. Still the brothers manage to save the earth, without the use of a sonic screwdriver.
Life offers various lessons as you travel along it’s many paths, and one I learnt on Saturday is that other people’s children will always behave better than your own.
I’m not sure if this is attributable to them being scared of you, they’re better raised or whether your child feels an overwhelming compulsion to show off in front of their friends.
Take your pick.
I really wasn’t in a blogging place yesterday, despite, or perhaps because of, the long bank holiday weekend.
I’m still not sure whether my mojo is fully functioning, but I guess it’s a case of publish and be damned.
So a quick recap – we went to see the Chuckle Brothers on Saturday and took on eof our friends son’s with us – they’ve had a recent addition to the family, and we know how a little bit of eace and quiet is appreciated.
So that was our good deed for the day.
So here’s my review of the play/panto:
From the opening “pyrotechnics” and music, you know what this show is going to be about, it’s panto, pure and simply.
The Doctor Who theme is tenuous to say the least. There is a TARDIS, to facilitate space travel, and there is a “Garlic”, that makes a brief appearance.
The only other Doctor Who reference is the baddie : The Mister.
The Doctor Huw What and Professor Mee Hoo names that the Chuckles have are designed with maximum mix up in mind.
Overall the show is more tenuous than the current real Doctor Who series, excepting the psychic paper malarkey that David Tennant has perhaps.
The presence of a gorilla in the TARDIS without any explanation or consequence only serves to heighten the sense of panto.
The use of acrobats probably serves to save the Chuckle Brothers’ ageing legs and pad the show out considerably.
If you go to see this, you’re going to get wet. If you’re in the front row you run the risk of getting VERY wet, or covered in “custard pie”.
Overall a very funny show, my six year old loved it, and didn’t care about the lack of Doctor Who references or inconsistent plot. Still the brothers manage to save the earth, without the use of a sonic screwdriver.
Life offers various lessons as you travel along it’s many paths, and one I learnt on Saturday is that other people’s children will always behave better than your own.
I’m not sure if this is attributable to them being scared of you, they’re better raised or whether your child feels an overwhelming compulsion to show off in front of their friends.
Take your pick.
I really wasn’t in a blogging place yesterday, despite, or perhaps because of, the long bank holiday weekend.
I’m still not sure whether my mojo is fully functioning, but I guess it’s a case of publish and be damned.
So a quick recap – we went to see the Chuckle Brothers on Saturday and took on eof our friends son’s with us – they’ve had a recent addition to the family, and we know how a little bit of eace and quiet is appreciated.
So that was our good deed for the day.
So here’s my review of the play/panto:
From the opening “pyrotechnics” and music, you know what this show is going to be about, it’s panto, pure and simply.
The Doctor Who theme is tenuous to say the least. There is a TARDIS, to facilitate space travel, and there is a “Garlic”, that makes a brief appearance.
The only other Doctor Who reference is the baddie : The Mister.
The Doctor Huw What and Professor Mee Hoo names that the Chuckles have are designed with maximum mix up in mind.
Overall the show is more tenuous than the current real Doctor Who series, excepting the psychic paper malarkey that David Tennant has perhaps.
The presence of a gorilla in the TARDIS without any explanation or consequence only serves to heighten the sense of panto.
The use of acrobats probably serves to save the Chuckle Brothers’ ageing legs and pad the show out considerably.
If you go to see this, you’re going to get wet. If you’re in the front row you run the risk of getting VERY wet, or covered in “custard pie”.
Overall a very funny show, my six year old loved it, and didn’t care about the lack of Doctor Who references or inconsistent plot. Still the brothers manage to save the earth, without the use of a sonic screwdriver.
Life offers various lessons as you travel along it’s many paths, and one I learnt on Saturday is that other people’s children will always behave better than your own.
I’m not sure if this is attributable to them being scared of you, they’re better raised or whether your child feels an overwhelming compulsion to show off in front of their friends.
Take your pick.
I really wasn’t in a blogging place yesterday, despite, or perhaps because of, the long bank holiday weekend.
I’m still not sure whether my mojo is fully functioning, but I guess it’s a case of publish and be damned.
So a quick recap – we went to see the Chuckle Brothers on Saturday and took on eof our friends son’s with us – they’ve had a recent addition to the family, and we know how a little bit of eace and quiet is appreciated.
So that was our good deed for the day.
So here’s my review of the play/panto:
From the opening “pyrotechnics” and music, you know what this show is going to be about, it’s panto, pure and simply.
The Doctor Who theme is tenuous to say the least. There is a TARDIS, to facilitate space travel, and there is a “Garlic”, that makes a brief appearance.
The only other Doctor Who reference is the baddie : The Mister.
The Doctor Huw What and Professor Mee Hoo names that the Chuckles have are designed with maximum mix up in mind.
Overall the show is more tenuous than the current real Doctor Who series, excepting the psychic paper malarkey that David Tennant has perhaps.
The presence of a gorilla in the TARDIS without any explanation or consequence only serves to heighten the sense of panto.
The use of acrobats probably serves to save the Chuckle Brothers’ ageing legs and pad the show out considerably.
If you go to see this, you’re going to get wet. If you’re in the front row you run the risk of getting VERY wet, or covered in “custard pie”.
Overall a very funny show, my six year old loved it, and didn’t care about the lack of Doctor Who references or inconsistent plot. Still the brothers manage to save the earth, without the use of a sonic screwdriver.
Life offers various lessons as you travel along it’s many paths, and one I learnt on Saturday is that other people’s children will always behave better than your own.
I’m not sure if this is attributable to them being scared of you, they’re better raised or whether your child feels an overwhelming compulsion to show off in front of their friends.
Take your pick.
I’m getting quite excited about an impending theatre visit tomorrow.
Pre Godzookies, and even more pre Mrs Zilla, I used to frequent the theatre quite often.
A mixture of modern and some classics, Trainspotting, Waiting for Godot, Hamlet etc etc.
I think my last visit to the theatre to see a play must have been a good 4 years ago, doesn’t time fly!
That was to see The Woman in Black. A “very scary” adaptation of Susan Hill’s novel. Pah, I’ve been more scared of Doctor Who.
Which brings me to the performance we’re going to see tomorrow afternoon:
For those who aren’t familiar with The Chuckle Brothers, I’m not sure how to describe them. Their humour is based mainly on slapstick and really bad puns.
They’ve been around for a good 20 years doing the same sort of stuff, and when I was younger I detested them.
Since having kids, and watching them again I have rediscovered their worth. They really manage to make kids (and me and Mrs Zilla) laugh.
We went to one of those classic British institutions, a pantomime, that they were in last year – Dick Whittington. With the obligatory faded soap star ( I think she was from Hollyoaks) and the usual Dame figure.
It was excellent and inspired us to see Doctor What when we saw it advertised.
Godzooky 1 is particularly excited as it is combining The Chuckle Brothers with Doctor Who, a new favourite of his.
A review will follow….
I’m getting quite excited about an impending theatre visit tomorrow.
Pre Godzookies, and even more pre Mrs Zilla, I used to frequent the theatre quite often.
A mixture of modern and some classics, Trainspotting, Waiting for Godot, Hamlet etc etc.
I think my last visit to the theatre to see a play must have been a good 4 years ago, doesn’t time fly!
That was to see The Woman in Black. A “very scary” adaptation of Susan Hill’s novel. Pah, I’ve been more scared of Doctor Who.
Which brings me to the performance we’re going to see tomorrow afternoon:
For those who aren’t familiar with The Chuckle Brothers, I’m not sure how to describe them. Their humour is based mainly on slapstick and really bad puns.
They’ve been around for a good 20 years doing the same sort of stuff, and when I was younger I detested them.
Since having kids, and watching them again I have rediscovered their worth. They really manage to make kids (and me and Mrs Zilla) laugh.
We went to one of those classic British institutions, a pantomime, that they were in last year – Dick Whittington. With the obligatory faded soap star ( I think she was from Hollyoaks) and the usual Dame figure.
It was excellent and inspired us to see Doctor What when we saw it advertised.
Godzooky 1 is particularly excited as it is combining The Chuckle Brothers with Doctor Who, a new favourite of his.
A review will follow….
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