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Post by Patrick on Nov 15, 2009 12:30:01 GMT
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Post by housesparrow on Nov 15, 2009 16:58:24 GMT
Some of her books were turned into TV series; I once encountered a young man who had acted one of the Famous Five (or was it the Secret Seven?). This would, I think, have been in the 70s - when I came across him , I mean.
My school headmistress told us not to read Blyton. That shold have been enough to make us all rush down to the public library to take her out, but the way she said it made us all slightly ashamed of liking her books. I think some children were a bit upset about it.
But then, she was the woman who told us that Britain won wars because God was on our side.
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Post by aubrey on Nov 15, 2009 18:01:49 GMT
Considering some of the stuff the BBC have put on, it seems a bit rum to have ignored her as second rate.
I never read much of her stuff, but I enjoyed Banshee Towers and Spiggy Holes - I can still remember the atmosphere of both those books, and once you have the atmosphere the rest kind of falls into place. They would be good books to dramatise - or any of the Famous five or Secret Seven books - though they would have to be done dead straight - any post-modern Irony would ruin them.
Mind you, I like Billy Bunter as well.
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Post by trubble on Nov 15, 2009 20:00:10 GMT
The BBC did dramatise the faraway tree, on Radio 7. I recall thinking it was rubbish. Franny was just the first of the bastardisations they came up with.
Housey, was it Julian or Dick? It's important to me to know this as at the time I very much liked, well, not Julian anyway.
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Post by aubrey on Nov 15, 2009 20:53:32 GMT
 Fnuur fnuur
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Post by housesparrow on Nov 16, 2009 7:09:27 GMT
The BBC did dramatise the faraway tree, on Radio 7. I recall thinking it was rubbish. Franny was just the first of the bastardisations they came up with. Housey, was it Julian or Dick? It's important to me to know this as at the time I very much liked, well, not Julian anyway. I can't remember; I used the word "encounter" because I didn't know the young man personally. The poor guy was having problems adjusting from being a child star; this must have been the 70s. My mother read us Noddy as toddlers, but though she didn't express objections to golliwogs, she did worry about the way Little Noddy rode through the town beeping his horn and expecting everyone to get out of his way. |
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Post by aubrey on Nov 16, 2009 10:02:51 GMT
Noddy was a git.
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Post by everso on Dec 4, 2009 0:24:50 GMT
Noddy was a fine upstanding little nodding man with a rather large head and very thin neck. I still have my Noddy Goes to the Seaside ("I always meant to live in a tent wherever I went"), Noddy Goes to Toyland (the very first Noddy book) and Noddy Goes to School (starring Miss Rapp as the teacher). They were perfect little stories for very small children. Gilbert Golly and Tricky Teddy Bear were the bad guys (as opposed to Sly and Gobbo the goblins in the modern Noddy books  ) and as a little girl I would no more have thought of the golly as representing a black person than I would have considered Noddy as representing a white person. They were TOYS. everso: Stub Crouch Noddy Expert |
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Post by trubble on Dec 4, 2009 10:46:44 GMT
Noddy Goes to School was a good one. Apart from the first in the series, my favourite one was the wizard one when a wizard stole Big Ears' cat and they had to rescue it. I loved the evilness of the goblins too. I was shocked when they stole Noddy's car.
Enid Blyton was fabulous.
Did anyone here have her Party Book? (It might have been called something different).
It started with an invitation to a party and there were 7 or something kids invited plus ''you'' and Enid was hosting it and each child was allowed to request a story from her and the last story was a request from ''you'' .. it was really magical.
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Post by Patrick on Dec 4, 2009 12:08:31 GMT
My brother had the book "Noddy's Big Book of Nursery Rhymes." By the time I'd got it he'd scrawled across most of it.
There was a poem about Mr Plod -
"I like your shiny buttons Mr Plod
I like your something something
...and if I look inside your boots
I'm sure I'll see your toes"
To which little Big Brother had written "POO!" next to the last line.
Another poem there was
Mr Tubby Bear
Has got a lovely grunt
He keeps it in his middle
And you press him just in front
I wouldn't call hime thin
And I wouldn't call him fat
But I like him best of all
When he wears his Sunday hat.
We had a Christmas catalogue through the other day - (along with the several hundred others - or so it seems) and it had Gollywogs in the toy section - except in this instant they called them;
"Nostalgic Figures"
See! You can get away with anything so long as you call it 'nostalgia'
You're quite right though Mrs E - we thought of them as 'toys' too.
It's them meddling adults that destroy childrens innocence.
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Post by Patrick on Dec 4, 2009 12:11:41 GMT
The BBC did dramatise the faraway tree, on Radio 7. I recall thinking it was rubbish. Franny was just the first of the bastardisations they came up with. Housey, was it Julian or Dick? It's important to me to know this as at the time I very much liked, well, not Julian anyway. Rather unfortunately for modern times - Jo, Bessie and Fanny were, in one book visited by their naughty cousin Dick. Knowledge is a terrible thing. |
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Post by Patrick on Dec 4, 2009 14:33:08 GMT
Another poem was about Noddy going to bed - all I remember (and I expect it's out there on the 'net somewhere) and it ended in something like.... ........and I've just got time to nod my head A Niddy nod nod, a niddy nod nod. Just got time, to nod my head. No wonder I grew up the way I did!  |
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) and as a little girl I would no more have thought of the golly as representing a black person than I would have considered Noddy as representing a white person. They were TOYS.
