Sunday 19 August 2007

How many Dickens characters can YOU name?

Apologies for not posting in a little while. Months ago, before I started up my blog, a friend of mine came up with an usually wise piece of advice. "Only blog when you have something interesting to say!" he said (as he wrote his third entry on the subject of 'The top 50 Neighbours characters of all time'...)

Well, as it turns out, I haven't had anything interesting to say for a couple of weeks. Not that I haven't done anything, just that my daily activities probably wouldn't provide my audience with the high quality of bloggage that they've come to expect. But that all changed yesterday when I went to...

DICKENS WORLD!

'Where IS this place of dreams?!' I can hear you cry. Well, a few months ago a brand new indoor attraction opened in Chatham, Kent. It's basically a little like Disneyworld, but based on the life of Charles Dickens instead of an imaginary mouse. Actually, it's not really anything like Disneyworld (just realised I'm probably bigging it up a little too much). There are rides, and shows, and performers walking around dressed up in Dicken's characters. It was a pretty good afternoon out, although there's not really enough there yet to make it last a full day. The funniest bit was when we all went into this impressive looking theatre, had no idea what to expect and as the excitement and mystery built up, so did the audience. As it turned out, it was a pretty original animatronics (realistic Charles Dickens like robots) show all about his life and characters. It had obviously cost a lot of time, energy and money to make, but when it finished people all around me were muttering 'Well, that was boring. If only they'd used real actors'. They did have a point though. Sometimes you really can try too hard to impress people...

The trip also inspired me to read more Dickens novels, as I only recognised characters from A Christmas Carol, David Copperfield and Oliver. So I missed out on a few jokes and things. Still, I enjoyed my day! I thought I'd mention it on here as everyone I've told so far has said to me 'That sounds like the worst theme park ever'. And it's really not! (No, that award probably goes to Pleasurewood Hills...)

Go to http://www.dickensworld.co.uk/ for more info!

8 comments:

Andy said...

Although you're right in that it does sound a bit rubbish I am happy to confirm that the misnamed Pleasurewood Hills is more rubbish... despite the fact it can be easily accessed from the back garden of my in-laws' house.

How utterly fascinating, I'm sure you'll agree...

Mitchenstein said...

Once again, I can't fail to notice the personal attack hidden beneath a thin vale of praise...

And Andy, Pleasurewood Hills is grand! Maybe when you were there you didn't meet Woodie?

Katie said...

Are you kidding me? Pleasurewood Hills is a rubbish day out. Woody's rubbish. It's all rubbish.

And I'm only joking, your blog is always interesting. My personal favourite is the one all about the television programme 'I'm a celebrity, get me out of here!' Excellent stuff.

(By the way, haven't received my postcard yet. I'm sure it's coming...)

Andy said...

Erm, no personal attack that I can see (and I wrote it).

And John, it's a veil, unless you're talking about a geographical feature, of course...

And though it pains me to do so, I have to agree with Katie. Pleasurewood Hills is rubbish.

Mitchenstein said...

Actually Andy, I was talking about a geographical feature.

Glyn Harries said...

Um, having never been to (or heard of) Pleasurewood Hills and having never met Woodie, I can only assume that you guys are talking about a porn convention.

Why are you guys talking about a porn convention?

Andy said...

Glyn, let me tell you a story:

A few years ago a young man named Glyn went for an interview for a teaching job in Great Yarmouth. For the interview he stayed with some lovely people in Lowestoft going by the names of Graham and Marilyn Leonard. They nicknamed him Crazy Horse. Despite no explanation ever having been given for this, no-one has disputed it.

Anyway, Glyn didn't get the job, but until now one secret has been hidden from him: had he been successful and stayed with those lovely people, he would have been living in a house which backed on to Pleasurewood Hills (not, as far as I am aware, a porn convention... idiot).

Anna said...

Hi Katie, your blogs looking great...just miss the bit about being a teacher and grwon up,it made it sound as if teacher wherejust normal people :-) hope you've enjoed your break.

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