



Don't forget that this week is your chance to OWN Knickerbockergloria, our Ice Cream eating Ice Dragon raising funds for BREAK! Sponsored by Don and Carole of Bluebird Care Norwich. Knickerbockergloria took a month to create with hundreds of ceramic snowflakes, a see through oil painted centre of favourite ice creams and numerous other additions making a unique Lost Impossimal that has received 1000's of visitors over the Summer.
Reasons To Own Knickerbockergloria
It's for a good cause.
It's raising money for a good cause.
Did I say it's for a good cause?
She is gorgeous.
Makes an ideal talking point and ice breaker at parties.
Will look great mounted on a car bonnet.
Can fly (occasionally and only on the sixty fifth Sunday of December if it's an ice moon)
She talks (to me anyway, I cannot guarantee that she will talk to you but she is rather charming none the less)
You will own the only full size Lost Impossimal in the UK.
You get a free gift.
You get a chance to feature in the magazine Mission Impossimal with Knickerbockergloria.
Not many people own a real dragon.
You can add Dragon Handler to your passport and travel first class everywhere, probably.
PLEASE SIGN ME UP FOR THIS INCREDIBLE DEAL, HOW DO I BID?
Glad you asked, simply click here
http://gogodragons.co.uk/auction/
And bid away, the live auction is tomorrow so do something rash and bid big to win big, you've got to be in it to win it, you know you want to you naughty potential Knicerbockergloria owner!
P.S. You also receive the title Lord and Lady Knickerbocker of Gloriana making you rather posh.
To practice bidding here are a couple of blank areas to scribble down potential bids...
I would love to own Knickerbockergloria and make a bid of £_______
I'd be stupid not to bid, TAKE MY MONEY NOW, I bid £_______
Go big, go bid, Go Knickerbockergloria crazy!!!
http://gogodragons.co.uk/auction/
I have recently started collecting old books from my childhood with a particular fondness for a set of books from the Purnell Sunshine Library and Deans International who published lots of Enid Blyton's books. Just in case you didn't know about Enid Blyton she used to write the most fanciful, whimsical children's books that catapulted children into far off lands on incredible journeys. She also included stories about gollywogs, chain smoking and general casual violence and verbal abuse in the nicest possible way.
I'm shocked.
I found the book above after searching for years, it was a favourite book of short stories, unbeknownst to me it also offered some of the darkest stories to issue from Enid's acid pen too. The opening story is quite cute, a girl who had hiccups but referred to them as 'hee-cups' much to the confusion of a couple of elf like brownies (why she called them brownies I don't know). A simple tale to lure you in to a false sense of bedtime security.
Peter's Penci Box is next, a cautious tale of a boy that lies his hat off everyday until his mother at the end of her wits asks him 'Are you a little coward as well as being mean?' And the teacher joins in with a jolly 'I think you are a very horrid little boy.' Way to go Enid, you stick that knife into the young lad and scar him for life.
Pointing out facts in a rude way was also common in the stories. In 'I'll Do Them Tomorrow' a pixie girl is described as plump, dirty and lazy until a local busybody decided to spy on her until she gets off her fat pixie arse to do a bit of cleaning. Further more in 'He Was Sorry For Himself' a selfish boy falls foul of another couple of menacing brownies this time called reddies that decide to, well, this is what she writes...
"Can we help him a bit - give him more things to feel sorry about? he'd enjoy that. Think how he would grumble and moan if we took his mother away, made him hurt his leg badly and had his bicycle stolen."
And they do! Leaving him in tears. Still, in The Cat With A Feathery Tail a silly moggie tries to fool a group of birds and gets the stuffing kicked out of himself by four cats then gets beaten around the garden by a child. The story ends with everyone singing "The cats getting smacked! Hurrah!"
In Pollys P's & Q's a mother exacts revenge on her daughter by pinning P's & Q's to her everytime she forgets to say please and Thankyou turning her into a human pincushion. In The Broken Gate five yoofs (modern term) ride a gate until breaking point (don't ask) then lie about it apart from one boy who is described as thick. Sulky Susan the target in the next story has a face like a smacked arse and boy, doesn't Enid go on about it. To teach her a lesson it goes all Scrooge style and she sees five other miserable sods which are actually her later in life, scared senseless she never frowns again!
Completely random she chucks in 'A Puzzle Story', wait for this, it's a good one. Basically a gnome searches the gutters and bins for discarded cigarettes, it then teaches children how to make a roll up from the stubs and then goes on to tell you how to make a packet of seven cigarettes from six! The only puzzle I could see is that a small child would have difficulty following Enid's roll up routines, but hey, let the kids smoke I say.
Simple Simon in his story is quite simple, even his mother accuses him of 'Not using your brains or you haven't even got any. I can't make up my mind which.', a lovely mother statement that must have enriched his life no end so he goes on to smash up a box of matches, sit on a pack of butter and generally mess everything up until the story abruptly ends with his mother final words echoing through his ears 'You ought to be ashamed of yourself!' Enid stop short of adding 'You idiot!' But I'm sure she thought them.
So yes, it was an enlightening book once I read it again forty years on and you know I still kind of liked it. Yes it's yesteryear and yes some of the subject matters and language is a bit odd but essentially it teaches respect for adults and adds a bit of fear to do the right thing as a child, not necessarily a bad thing. After all I turned out fine, I even managed to break my smoking habit by the age of seven although I still have a unnatural fear of everything brown.
I'm just about to start another book of Enids that I'm sure will be equally delightful, it's called 'Rolling Smoking Kids For Fun Down The Stairs Whilst Shouting Abuse At Them' it looks frightfully good and even has a crying child on the front.
Magical!
A big thank you to Castle Galleries Bluewater and to all the collectors who came along on Saturday to join in the fun as Lost Alice was revealed to the public for the first time at the weekend. As you can see from the photo above the gallery recreated a lovely tea party with a wonderful edible table from 'A Place Of Uncommon Nonsense' complete with playing cards and goodies. The gallery too had plenty of Wonderland touches and the whole appearance went very quickly with many collectors both old and new arriving throughout the four hours.
So a great start which now begins in earnest as the entire collection rolls out across the UK this week. On this coming Saturday the 3rd of October we will be visiting Castle Galleries in Newcastle for a return after an absence of seven years. Come along and join us between 1-4pm, it's free and possibly drink laden making it the ideal venue to meet two ageing artists who tell weird stories and dress like disorganised tarts to make themselves interesting whilst banging on about Wonderland like it's all too real. Oh, there will be the entire collection, originals, maquettes, Jaynes fabulous new Wonderland work and even better, this...
Food will be served by our BBQ cat weather permitting (n.b. BBQ Cat is subject to change and maybe unavailable at the last minute due to the unstable condition of cats performing culinary tasks involving fire and edible meats, especially after last time when a ball of wool rolled by and our cat chef got completely distracted and burned down the beer tent)
So you don't forget, here's a note for your diary...
C#
...and here's a note for your dairy...
Three pints please and a small yoghurt called Colin.
...and here's a note for the dreary...
It rains, it always rains, I'm miserable.
...and a note for your dromedary...
Don't get the hump.