For any connoisseurs of funny British place names:
(The fish and chip shop opposite the pond was quite good, as long as you avoided being mugged by the ducks!)
For any connoisseurs of funny British place names:
(The fish and chip shop opposite the pond was quite good, as long as you avoided being mugged by the ducks!)
Hashtag Glorantha.
About 20 years ago, my friend was savagely attacked by a goose while walking a riverfront path in a park. Knocked down, and kicked and bitten badly enough she needed stitches. A cyclist came along and chased the goose away so she could escape.
Mind you, the goose and my friend were probably in the same weight class. (She’d tried to join some armed service, but was just barely too short, so she’d tried another, and was underweight.)
I once had to keep a goose away from a picnic area in the Isle of Wight main attraction (I am afraid I can’t remember the name, the one with the big slides).
The cheeky sod was a large one, and it got close to me a couple of times, luckily I am 6’5 and I managed to shoo it away, but it was getting to the point that I thought somebody was going to get badly hurt. Those birds can be vicious, specially if they are hungry, the have teeth-like protrusions even on the tongue.
BlackGang Chine?
There was a gang of geese in Ware (Hertfordshire) that would lurk on the canal towpath between town (with the supermarkets) and the main housing area. One goose would sit on the towpath. Person laden with shopping would stop, because they didn’t want to get too close. 50 geese would get out of the canal behind them. They’d turn round. 50 geese would get out of the canal in front of them…
I’m not saying the world is terrifyingly tiny, but I used to walk along the canal path in Ware back before 2010 and know exactly the geese you mean
I feel like the fact that this hasn’t been made into a movie is a crime, especially after being subjected to endless remakes these last dozen years.
In a world where geese push and push and push, one person finally says, “Not today, Geese.”
Coming this summer: Honk Twice At Noon
That was me in the Isle of Wight! But I don’t consider myself a hero…
I must admit I don’t remember the place name, it was quite central in the island, and it used to be some sort of military camp way back, but it had a bit of everything. The long slides were the main attraction, but they had falconry shows and all sorts. After a quick search on google, I believe it could be Robin Hill, but I could be mixing places…
Being a parent causes repeat viewing of a lot of Disney. I’m growing increasingly bothered.
So the end of Aladdin, he has one wish left and has to choose between being a prince again or setting the genie free…
WHY NOT give the lamp to Jasmine? Aladdin’s a prince! Agrabah has a new 1,000 year aquifer! Something else! And then give the lamp back to Aladdin, who sets the genie free?
Barring that most obvious solution, why doesn’t the Sultan use his existing, well established powers to make Aladdin a prince?
I know, I know. Disney. Narrative. Kids. Love wins. It’s just… it wasn’t hard guys. We weren’t in a tight place here.
Disney movies don’t cause me that much concern, mainly because my kids were never into them that much beyond the endless Frozen juggernaut.
Paw Patrol, Fireman Sam are my trigger points.
Watching Paw Patrol fills me with so many questions.
At least you (apparently) aren’t dealing with “Poppy Playtime”, “Rainbow Friends”, and uh, “Skibiddi Toilet”, all of which appear to be horror themed nonsense.
I must admit for us the issue was with "Peppa Pig’.
But it was always silly ones like: Is George adopted? (He is never called George Pig). Can Daddy Pig be always the daft one? (Then Mummy Pig got stuck in a thorn bush once). How many drugs is Miss Rabbit taking to do 80% of the jobs in town. Or are there multiple Miss Rabbits (rabbits have multiple bunnies per birth) all played by the same actress?
All good points of course!
But isn’t this just a bit like “for my last wish, I wish for… three more wishes!”?
Ultimately it’s just a convention of this type of story, which - if you want to enjoy the story - you just have to accept. And it’s not a bad thing for kids to learn how different story archetypes work.
Of course he can! Undermining the patriarchy is surely something to be applauded.
I don’t think Peppa Pig gets enough recognition for its feminist deconstruction of societal norms.
I think Peppa Pig is brilliant. The episodes with the parrot make me roar with laughter. Ben and Holly is even better.
The shows that give a little hat tip to parents were definitely my favourites.
Now Chuggington needs to be shot into the sun, and take Norman $$$@-(!! Price with them.
Well if its in the centre, its not Blackgang Chine which is on the coast.
Oh goodness yes.
I had a quick read of the past logs from the Isleworth Club and I read this in the Container entry:
I’m not sure the last time we played Container at the club but it has been a few years and then we played the Container: 10th Anniversary Jumbo Edition! . In fact we don’t play many Franz-Benno Delonge games at the club with Dos Rios being the most recent play of his games from last year.
As James S says Container is for economics majors or those whose hobbies include supply chain management…in this case Paul.