She's as cute as a button
In the eyes of everyone who ever laid their eyes on Cooooorrraaaalliiiiiine.
One of my favourite bits of a film ever.
I love Coraline. It's the first 3D film I ever saw and I'm pretty sure the first ever released. I remember going to see it with two friends, both guys, in a cinema full of young girls and goth types. I also remember the moment I realised the film was completely awesome.
The mouse circus. Surreal and very odd but hugely enjoyable. Coraline is totally unpredictable; when asking yourself 'I wonder what's in the roof of the house?' the first prediction won't most likely be a huge mouse circus led by a Russian gymnast.
You're similarly not going to predict the two old women downstairs are going to strip off and sing opera. The film does whatever the feck it wants but it's a pretty good image of what goes on in a child's mind.
Up to this point the films good but essentially just an odd kids film. Its when it gets dark Coraline becomes totally badass.
The characters have buttons sewn onto their eyes. Its horror movie material in a colourful kids movie package. Even better is the moment you see Other Wybie in the background not smiling and you know something isn't quite right- shits about to go down. It's a creepy little universe they've created and just like how the first half of the film is similar to a child's imagination, the second is similar to a child's nightmare.
I remember watching the demented mouse circus bit just thinking 'what the shit?' And Susan from Desperate Housewives is great in it. The bit at the end in the big web is probably the best scene in 3D I've ever seen.
I've remembered my avid like for this film as they play clips for it along with other kid movies for a channel 4 'family movie Sunday' thing. Coraline stands out hugely though as whereas say Alvin in the Chipmunks 2 is made by adults aiming to make something with as much toilet humour as possible so kids will like it, Coraline actually gets in the mind of a child and remembers the odd fears and weird things we made up when we were younger.
I personally remember a lion coming through my window when I was younger- to me that actually happened. Similarly a monster lived in the hoover cupboard and the washing machine was a vortex that led to my cousins house in England. Yes I was a strange child. But I'd probably be good at writing Coraline 2.
Luckily I think something similar to Coraline 2 is in the works. Paranorman is looking similar, is made by the same people and is coming out this year. Stoked, look up the trailer.
Just to end- I used to be able to sing the entire Other Father Song quite fast. And as soon as I finish writing this I'll most likely get practising again. Hooray for 2am on Saturday night.
...
When she comes around exploring
Mom and I will never, ever make it boring
Our eyes will be on Coraline
Saturday, 14 April 2012
Wednesday, 11 April 2012
Bebo - The Golden Age of Social Networking
The only reason I have facebook is because everyone else has it. If everyone still used bebo I'd still be commenting you my luv.
Bebo was my life through Oldmachar Academy. It was frothing with hidden bitchiness and obvious flirting. Maybe that was just third years being third years but it was made so much more obvious on Bebo.
Top 16. Hated by some- loved by me. It was savage. 'Oh I see you've gone to see Spiderman 3 without me. Down to number 13 you go my friend!'
Having girls in your top 16 as well. That was basically a list of how much you fancy them. I saw guys putting random girls from their class above some of their very best friends. Yeah that's quite normal. And not creepy in the slightest.
You had to keep up with where you stood in your friends' top 16s also. If you were number 5 on friend A's top 16 and you had them at number 4, they sure as hell were taking a considerable slide down the friendship scale. This would continue, until you both were wiped from each others top 16s completely, thus ending your friendship entirely.
Some things I loathed and despised on Bebo. 'Put this on your page if you knew someone who died from cancer HEART'. Why. Why put this on your page. In the words of condescending Wonka 'Oh you must really care about people who have lost people to cancer'. No need to be on your Bebo! NO!
'RIP Grandad. Love you always xxxx xxxx xx x'
I'm sorry anonymous Beboer, I don't think your Grandad will see this due to him being dead and not having Bebo in the first place.
Oosh that almost got quite angry! Lets move onto something much more fun. 'How much do you know me?' quizes.
There was always one stock question that caused a lot of awkward. 'What will you find me doing at a party?' There was a fat girl with this question where 95% of the people answering answered 'Munching on appetizers'. Poor whale.
You'd then get responses from people you barely knew who had scored 100% on the test. Twas creepy shit! You're best friends would then proceed to get 20 or 30 and you'd feel a little sad. I remember filling in these quizzes of girls I liked, receiving little scores and feeling genuinely distraught. That was us incompatible forever.
Then there was the outright 'how compatible are we?' quizzes that when done by guys would get 10 responses from 10 of their guy friends with comments in the area of 'you big puff!'. And that fat girl mentioned previously would probably fill it in and score highly, leading people to believe they were now an item.
Thooooseeee weeeerrree theeeee daaaaaaays.
I've not even mentioned flashboxes where I had a man having sex with a llama on my page for about 4 months. That sounds way more sick than it actually was, it was actually Stevo from Jackass in a llama suit...getting humped from behind by a real llama. I must've only been 14 as well, wow.
It was sad when it started to die and turn into a shit facebook. The times I had with Bebo were fun though and caused a lot of teenage angst and drama.
Bebo was my life through Oldmachar Academy. It was frothing with hidden bitchiness and obvious flirting. Maybe that was just third years being third years but it was made so much more obvious on Bebo.
Top 16. Hated by some- loved by me. It was savage. 'Oh I see you've gone to see Spiderman 3 without me. Down to number 13 you go my friend!'
Having girls in your top 16 as well. That was basically a list of how much you fancy them. I saw guys putting random girls from their class above some of their very best friends. Yeah that's quite normal. And not creepy in the slightest.
You had to keep up with where you stood in your friends' top 16s also. If you were number 5 on friend A's top 16 and you had them at number 4, they sure as hell were taking a considerable slide down the friendship scale. This would continue, until you both were wiped from each others top 16s completely, thus ending your friendship entirely.
Some things I loathed and despised on Bebo. 'Put this on your page if you knew someone who died from cancer HEART'. Why. Why put this on your page. In the words of condescending Wonka 'Oh you must really care about people who have lost people to cancer'. No need to be on your Bebo! NO!
'RIP Grandad. Love you always xxxx xxxx xx x'
I'm sorry anonymous Beboer, I don't think your Grandad will see this due to him being dead and not having Bebo in the first place.
Oosh that almost got quite angry! Lets move onto something much more fun. 'How much do you know me?' quizes.
There was always one stock question that caused a lot of awkward. 'What will you find me doing at a party?' There was a fat girl with this question where 95% of the people answering answered 'Munching on appetizers'. Poor whale.
You'd then get responses from people you barely knew who had scored 100% on the test. Twas creepy shit! You're best friends would then proceed to get 20 or 30 and you'd feel a little sad. I remember filling in these quizzes of girls I liked, receiving little scores and feeling genuinely distraught. That was us incompatible forever.
Then there was the outright 'how compatible are we?' quizzes that when done by guys would get 10 responses from 10 of their guy friends with comments in the area of 'you big puff!'. And that fat girl mentioned previously would probably fill it in and score highly, leading people to believe they were now an item.
Thooooseeee weeeerrree theeeee daaaaaaays.
I've not even mentioned flashboxes where I had a man having sex with a llama on my page for about 4 months. That sounds way more sick than it actually was, it was actually Stevo from Jackass in a llama suit...getting humped from behind by a real llama. I must've only been 14 as well, wow.
It was sad when it started to die and turn into a shit facebook. The times I had with Bebo were fun though and caused a lot of teenage angst and drama.
Tuesday, 10 April 2012
Life Without The Internet
For the last week I have not had wifi at my house.
'Oh poor you! Read a book' says Grandma. 'I manage without internet so why can't you?'
Its a good question. How the hell can she cope without internet. I realised I've become quite addicted to it over the last 4-5 years.
I use it for literally everything. Facebook and that are obvious but say I decided to cook. I'd most likely look up how to online. Say I was going out to see a film. I'd look it up on imdb first. If it started to rain ferrets outside. I'd look online to see why it was happening. And to tweet 'IT'S RAINING FERRETS! #omgferrets' obviously.
Anyhoo! The last week I ventured out my room a bit. I live a bit like one of the fat people in Wall E. I know the message of Wall E is that that's an awful existence but to me its quite appealing. I just cruise round my room on my comfy chair, laptop in front of me. Socialising, buying stuff, catching up with news. It can all be done on the laptop. If Wall E came into my room and reminded me that there's a swimming pool just down the road I'd most likely send him on his way.
I say venture out my room, I mean to other areas of my house. I turned on the TV to see if anything was on and was reminded the rest of the house has sky. I looked to see if Pawn Stars or Storage Wars was on as my Dad showed me a few episodes a while ago and they were quite good.
I now know the profiles and back stories of every bidder on Storage Wars. Similarly I probably have the knowledge to work in that Las Vegas pawn shop.
Storage Wars deserves a post to itself so I'll leave that for now.
I did manage to use other peoples wifi on my iphone and their laptops when I was out. They'd offer me the code and I'd leap on the laptop excitedly eager to catch up with what I'd been missing.
It was when I got on though I realised I hadn't really missed much. 2 new youtube videos and a few new memes.
The internet needs to be a constant thing I feel. It's not like a videogame that can be dipped in and out every so often for hours of fun at a time. It just makes life a hell of a lot easier.
It's not a case of reading a book or going online. It's researching the book, reading it, then discussing it with others after. It enhances the experience.
I don't read books often but I presume this happens.
It also fills time in a much more constructive way. Right then I went to the bathroom and watched a movie trailer. What a beautiful age we live in. If we hadn't had wifi I wouldn't have known Seth Mcfarline (lin? len?) is making a film about a teddy bear that is Peter Griffin.
All in all it wasn't all bad not having wifi. I spoke to my family more, learnt who Chumly from Pawn Stars was (a king amongst people) and spent more time out the house.
If it happens again I will be an angry beaver. But at least I'll know its not quite the end of the world due to the delightful programming provided by History channel and the channels similar.
'Oh poor you! Read a book' says Grandma. 'I manage without internet so why can't you?'
Its a good question. How the hell can she cope without internet. I realised I've become quite addicted to it over the last 4-5 years.
I use it for literally everything. Facebook and that are obvious but say I decided to cook. I'd most likely look up how to online. Say I was going out to see a film. I'd look it up on imdb first. If it started to rain ferrets outside. I'd look online to see why it was happening. And to tweet 'IT'S RAINING FERRETS! #omgferrets' obviously.
Anyhoo! The last week I ventured out my room a bit. I live a bit like one of the fat people in Wall E. I know the message of Wall E is that that's an awful existence but to me its quite appealing. I just cruise round my room on my comfy chair, laptop in front of me. Socialising, buying stuff, catching up with news. It can all be done on the laptop. If Wall E came into my room and reminded me that there's a swimming pool just down the road I'd most likely send him on his way.
I say venture out my room, I mean to other areas of my house. I turned on the TV to see if anything was on and was reminded the rest of the house has sky. I looked to see if Pawn Stars or Storage Wars was on as my Dad showed me a few episodes a while ago and they were quite good.
I now know the profiles and back stories of every bidder on Storage Wars. Similarly I probably have the knowledge to work in that Las Vegas pawn shop.
Storage Wars deserves a post to itself so I'll leave that for now.
I did manage to use other peoples wifi on my iphone and their laptops when I was out. They'd offer me the code and I'd leap on the laptop excitedly eager to catch up with what I'd been missing.
It was when I got on though I realised I hadn't really missed much. 2 new youtube videos and a few new memes.
The internet needs to be a constant thing I feel. It's not like a videogame that can be dipped in and out every so often for hours of fun at a time. It just makes life a hell of a lot easier.
It's not a case of reading a book or going online. It's researching the book, reading it, then discussing it with others after. It enhances the experience.
I don't read books often but I presume this happens.
It also fills time in a much more constructive way. Right then I went to the bathroom and watched a movie trailer. What a beautiful age we live in. If we hadn't had wifi I wouldn't have known Seth Mcfarline (lin? len?) is making a film about a teddy bear that is Peter Griffin.
All in all it wasn't all bad not having wifi. I spoke to my family more, learnt who Chumly from Pawn Stars was (a king amongst people) and spent more time out the house.
If it happens again I will be an angry beaver. But at least I'll know its not quite the end of the world due to the delightful programming provided by History channel and the channels similar.
Tuesday, 3 April 2012
How Nintendo Ruined a Perfect Game
It upsets me when people say Nintendo is for casual gamers. Sure there's kirby and Wii Sports but every so often they'll make a game where the later levels are so tough it makes you wonder whether they're even possible.
Anyone who's played Donkey Kong Country Returns will shudder when I remind them of the giant bat in world 3. Yes THAT FUCKING BAT.
For anyone unfamiliar donkey kong hopped on a rocket barrel that had controls more sensitive than a grabber machine at an arcade. Now imagine trying to manoeuvre the claw of that grabber machine round a narrow path that kept moving while a giant bat spat fire at it from behind, predicting where you'd manoeuvre the claw next.
It was exactly like that. It was satisfying as hell when you eventually did it but it was tough. The thing that kept you going was how you got a little closer each time until eventually you saw the exit of the cave and the bat knocked itself out or something. It was achievable.
A game exists with, what I feel, is a totally unachievable task. It's not a glitch, it's just too hard for my body and mind to cope with. It is one task I've never understood why Nintendo would even include in an otherwise perfect game.
The Boss Rush Galaxy in Mario Galaxy 2.
'Right guys we've almost finished making the game. We only have one level left and it needs to be really difficult'
'We could get all the bosses from Mario Galaxy 1 and put them in the same level Shigeru. That'd be tough?'
'Yeah that sounds horrible! Yeah add that one in on the end. I feel I'm not being the total wank I could be though...how could we make that even harder?'
'Only 3 health points and a 4 minute time limit?'
'Boom'
Why. Why would you put something so stupid at the end of such a great game. No one likes the Firey Dino Pirahna. No one. No one will like it any more if you slap a time limit on the fight with most likely next to no health.
If it was just that by itself it might be ok. You'd die a few times but you could try again right after you failed each time.
Nope, doesn't work like that. Each time it kills you you have to kill all the other pointless mario galaxy bosses again before you get there. It's heart crushing and the sole reason I never finished the game.
I've tried going back to do it but after the second time I just want to throw things at the screen. I'll make it my mission before the end of the year to get that star. I'll just need people to hold me down and being drunk will probably also help.
Nintendo, I like it when you try. But that time you just went too far.
Anyone who's played Donkey Kong Country Returns will shudder when I remind them of the giant bat in world 3. Yes THAT FUCKING BAT.
For anyone unfamiliar donkey kong hopped on a rocket barrel that had controls more sensitive than a grabber machine at an arcade. Now imagine trying to manoeuvre the claw of that grabber machine round a narrow path that kept moving while a giant bat spat fire at it from behind, predicting where you'd manoeuvre the claw next.
It was exactly like that. It was satisfying as hell when you eventually did it but it was tough. The thing that kept you going was how you got a little closer each time until eventually you saw the exit of the cave and the bat knocked itself out or something. It was achievable.
A game exists with, what I feel, is a totally unachievable task. It's not a glitch, it's just too hard for my body and mind to cope with. It is one task I've never understood why Nintendo would even include in an otherwise perfect game.
The Boss Rush Galaxy in Mario Galaxy 2.
'Right guys we've almost finished making the game. We only have one level left and it needs to be really difficult'
'We could get all the bosses from Mario Galaxy 1 and put them in the same level Shigeru. That'd be tough?'
'Yeah that sounds horrible! Yeah add that one in on the end. I feel I'm not being the total wank I could be though...how could we make that even harder?'
'Only 3 health points and a 4 minute time limit?'
'Boom'
Why. Why would you put something so stupid at the end of such a great game. No one likes the Firey Dino Pirahna. No one. No one will like it any more if you slap a time limit on the fight with most likely next to no health.
If it was just that by itself it might be ok. You'd die a few times but you could try again right after you failed each time.
Nope, doesn't work like that. Each time it kills you you have to kill all the other pointless mario galaxy bosses again before you get there. It's heart crushing and the sole reason I never finished the game.
I've tried going back to do it but after the second time I just want to throw things at the screen. I'll make it my mission before the end of the year to get that star. I'll just need people to hold me down and being drunk will probably also help.
Nintendo, I like it when you try. But that time you just went too far.
Thursday, 29 March 2012
Chris the Twihard
I quite like Twilight. I don't love it and don't hate it, I just accept its there and think its good at what it does.
To be clear I can only judge the films as I've not read the books. I found myself defending the series today after some friends were talking about how shit the it all is.
I think its a bit unfair to call a film series shit without seeing them fully. 21 year old guys isn't the films target demographic so its obviously not going to appeal to us just by the trailers and clips. To call something shit just because its not aimed at you is like calling Pingu terrible. And why the hell would you do that.
'Oi Chris, I have actually seen a bit of them and the acting is so shit! They can't act'
Are they though? I don't remember anyone coming out of Harry potter and the Goblet of Fire saying 'oosh that Robert Pattinson (sorry if that's spelt wrong, its because I don't care) is a terrible actor'.
Same with Adventureland with Kristen Stewart. She gets criticised for her lack of facial expression and such but I've never found myself asking myself what emotion she's trying to portray. Certainly not the best actress in the world but nowhere near as terrible as people say.
And Taylor Lautner in Abduction, I....
Okay fair play with that one.
But the point is for anyone over 16 its not a series to be taken seriously. Sit down to Twilight film thinking 'I want to be intellectually enlightened' and it'll be a miserable few hours. Go in knowing its not aimed at you and that its just a bit of fun and you'll have an alright time, I did anyway.
Something I'd actually say I really like about the films is the music. It always goes with the feeling of the films and some of the songs are genuinely great. Just look at Neutron Star Collision by Muse- its fantastic. I thought about buying the soundtrack to Breaking Dawn part one after hearing the credit music. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mX_Z75-4Kbg - perfect
'All that's rubbish, I hated Adventureland and that Muse song with shit, moo moo moo mooo'
Don't watch Twilight then! For every Twilight film there's 10 others about CIA agents or arty indie films about complex camera work and shots that appear to be completely random.
Those films aren't for me just like Twilight may not be for you.
To be clear I can only judge the films as I've not read the books. I found myself defending the series today after some friends were talking about how shit the it all is.
I think its a bit unfair to call a film series shit without seeing them fully. 21 year old guys isn't the films target demographic so its obviously not going to appeal to us just by the trailers and clips. To call something shit just because its not aimed at you is like calling Pingu terrible. And why the hell would you do that.
'Oi Chris, I have actually seen a bit of them and the acting is so shit! They can't act'
Are they though? I don't remember anyone coming out of Harry potter and the Goblet of Fire saying 'oosh that Robert Pattinson (sorry if that's spelt wrong, its because I don't care) is a terrible actor'.
Same with Adventureland with Kristen Stewart. She gets criticised for her lack of facial expression and such but I've never found myself asking myself what emotion she's trying to portray. Certainly not the best actress in the world but nowhere near as terrible as people say.
And Taylor Lautner in Abduction, I....
Okay fair play with that one.
But the point is for anyone over 16 its not a series to be taken seriously. Sit down to Twilight film thinking 'I want to be intellectually enlightened' and it'll be a miserable few hours. Go in knowing its not aimed at you and that its just a bit of fun and you'll have an alright time, I did anyway.
Something I'd actually say I really like about the films is the music. It always goes with the feeling of the films and some of the songs are genuinely great. Just look at Neutron Star Collision by Muse- its fantastic. I thought about buying the soundtrack to Breaking Dawn part one after hearing the credit music. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mX_Z75-4Kbg - perfect
'All that's rubbish, I hated Adventureland and that Muse song with shit, moo moo moo mooo'
Don't watch Twilight then! For every Twilight film there's 10 others about CIA agents or arty indie films about complex camera work and shots that appear to be completely random.
Those films aren't for me just like Twilight may not be for you.
Thursday, 22 March 2012
This Sausage Could Kill Your Children
It was the moment I uttered 'what is the target demographic of your sausage' any dignity I still had melted away.
I study journalism at RGU and today I had my first Press Conference where some PR students pretended to be Asda and a Sausage Company and us journalists had to ask why their meat was killing children.
I was fairly stoked, suited and booted with my team 2 hours before it even began. I thought there may be an issue when I realised the chance of innuendo was pretty high with all this talk of sausages but as soon as we got going the immature side of my head switched off.
It was down to business, filling notebooks with scribbles I knew kinda looked impressive and journalismy (the irony of me using the word journalismy while studying journalism is another level of irony).
At 4pm the PR people came and it was like nothing I'd experienced. People already uncomfortable in suits squirming even more uncomfortably when they were asked questions they had no answers for. Fellow journalists getting cut off mid sentence by a no-shit PR student who would beat any one of us down (ooh err missus) if we spoke out of line. Journalists getting carried away and demanding the PR students ,who had most likely had a night in exo the night before and were heading to their part time job at Costa after class, admit the blood of these imaginary people were on their hands.
It was awkward and tense with an air of passive aggressiveness throughout.
A dream situation.
There were some truly incredible quotes. The reply to my previous sausage question was 'anyone who enjoys a delicious pastry and meat snack' or something similar. The same guy just minutes later came out with 'I have a degree in micro-biology' to which his mates at the back just roared with laughter, bringing the whole room back to reality.
You could tell the PR class had been given lines to say to make us look stupid.
'How many of the casualties are children?' I ask the doctor on the panel feeling chuffed. This is my chance to turn the story into something else, blaming the company for killing children..
'As said previously we cannot disclose information about the casulties'
'As said previously'
Basically 'What I'm going to do is make it look like you haven't been listening and say this has already been addressed. Fuck you Chris Martin from Channel 5 News. Fuck you.'
We got to interview them after which was less fun, then headed down to Asda to see how close we could get to the store without security telling us we couldn't film.
Twas a character building experience. The finished article will probably look quite good with quotes about hard facts and such.
What I'm looking forward to more is the outtake reel. The look on the Uni Technicians face when he dropped his phone, fecking up every ones sound is one I would save as my laptop screensaver if I could.
I study journalism at RGU and today I had my first Press Conference where some PR students pretended to be Asda and a Sausage Company and us journalists had to ask why their meat was killing children.
I was fairly stoked, suited and booted with my team 2 hours before it even began. I thought there may be an issue when I realised the chance of innuendo was pretty high with all this talk of sausages but as soon as we got going the immature side of my head switched off.
It was down to business, filling notebooks with scribbles I knew kinda looked impressive and journalismy (the irony of me using the word journalismy while studying journalism is another level of irony).
At 4pm the PR people came and it was like nothing I'd experienced. People already uncomfortable in suits squirming even more uncomfortably when they were asked questions they had no answers for. Fellow journalists getting cut off mid sentence by a no-shit PR student who would beat any one of us down (ooh err missus) if we spoke out of line. Journalists getting carried away and demanding the PR students ,who had most likely had a night in exo the night before and were heading to their part time job at Costa after class, admit the blood of these imaginary people were on their hands.
It was awkward and tense with an air of passive aggressiveness throughout.
A dream situation.
There were some truly incredible quotes. The reply to my previous sausage question was 'anyone who enjoys a delicious pastry and meat snack' or something similar. The same guy just minutes later came out with 'I have a degree in micro-biology' to which his mates at the back just roared with laughter, bringing the whole room back to reality.
You could tell the PR class had been given lines to say to make us look stupid.
'How many of the casualties are children?' I ask the doctor on the panel feeling chuffed. This is my chance to turn the story into something else, blaming the company for killing children..
'As said previously we cannot disclose information about the casulties'
'As said previously'
Basically 'What I'm going to do is make it look like you haven't been listening and say this has already been addressed. Fuck you Chris Martin from Channel 5 News. Fuck you.'
We got to interview them after which was less fun, then headed down to Asda to see how close we could get to the store without security telling us we couldn't film.
Twas a character building experience. The finished article will probably look quite good with quotes about hard facts and such.
What I'm looking forward to more is the outtake reel. The look on the Uni Technicians face when he dropped his phone, fecking up every ones sound is one I would save as my laptop screensaver if I could.
Tuesday, 20 March 2012
The Mysterious Village of Bussy St. George
For a while me and my family went to Paris more or less every year and by Paris I mean Disneyland. We tried the city of Paris a few times and I'm sure my Mum and Dad kinda enjoyed it. But for 14 year old Chris Space Mountain was always going to win against the Eiffel Tower.
'To get away from all the kids at Disney' in my Dad's words (read 'to save money'), we stayed at a little French village called Bussy St George about 10 minutes away from the parks by the French Underground. When you read 'French Village' you get an image of a leafy cobbled street with a patisserie on the corner and a bereted man playing an organ outside a cheese shop (verging on racism? or just French things?)
Bussy St George is actually more or less a modern ghost town. Everything looks brand new and sandy in colour. Theres monuments and little green areas, occasional cafes and sandwich shops. But there dosn't seem to be anyone there to use them, its fairly eerie to walk around.
Our hotel, a French Premier Inn type place, was in this huge grand building with a 3 storey sculpture of a naked woman on the front with 1 storey boobs. She looked out this big plaza with little stone balls and a fountain. If you looked not so far into the distance you could see at least 100 cranes (machines, not birds. That would be awesome though). It gave the impression that maybe this area wasn't quite fully built; like we were trialling the buildings for the first time. The French were letting us Brits test it for safety perhaps before they moved in.
Our hotel was relatively uneventful other than you shock you got every so often when you were met with a life size figure of a black guy in a suit playing a trumpet. I wanted a photo with him so much but for some reason one was never taken. Holiday ruined.
The other thing I remember about the hotel was the hilarious engrish on the restaurant menu. You could have a delicious 'slab' of beef or 'a bit' of chicken. I also remember eating that 'bit' of chicken then riding Star Tours about 20 minutes after. C3PO was very nearly projectile vomited on.
The highlight of Bussy St George was, by 100 miles, the lake. It looked quite normal and uneventful through the day and when you walked past. But go back in the evening with a bag of croissants and it turned into something awesome. First you'd see something bob in the water and disappear. You'd then see that something make a pattern on the surface of the water as it swam towards you. This was quite creepy the first time we didn't know what that something was. It eventually reached the shore though and revealed itself to be some kind of awesome beaver.
More beaver like creatures would appear until lake was completely beaver-packed. They'd circle you and demand you fed them croissants, hissing in anger when you ran out or gave to rival beavers. We found out when we got home they were coypus, but at the time they were definitely beavers. Am i saying beaver again and again just because I smile as I write it each time? Maybe. Beaver.
Maybe it was the coypus that drove all the people away from Bussy St George. Lucky for us we had enough croissants to feed them until we left. For a full time resident though I'm not sure how long you could keep giving up croissants until the Coypus took full control.
'To get away from all the kids at Disney' in my Dad's words (read 'to save money'), we stayed at a little French village called Bussy St George about 10 minutes away from the parks by the French Underground. When you read 'French Village' you get an image of a leafy cobbled street with a patisserie on the corner and a bereted man playing an organ outside a cheese shop (verging on racism? or just French things?)
Bussy St George is actually more or less a modern ghost town. Everything looks brand new and sandy in colour. Theres monuments and little green areas, occasional cafes and sandwich shops. But there dosn't seem to be anyone there to use them, its fairly eerie to walk around.
Our hotel, a French Premier Inn type place, was in this huge grand building with a 3 storey sculpture of a naked woman on the front with 1 storey boobs. She looked out this big plaza with little stone balls and a fountain. If you looked not so far into the distance you could see at least 100 cranes (machines, not birds. That would be awesome though). It gave the impression that maybe this area wasn't quite fully built; like we were trialling the buildings for the first time. The French were letting us Brits test it for safety perhaps before they moved in.
Our hotel was relatively uneventful other than you shock you got every so often when you were met with a life size figure of a black guy in a suit playing a trumpet. I wanted a photo with him so much but for some reason one was never taken. Holiday ruined.
The other thing I remember about the hotel was the hilarious engrish on the restaurant menu. You could have a delicious 'slab' of beef or 'a bit' of chicken. I also remember eating that 'bit' of chicken then riding Star Tours about 20 minutes after. C3PO was very nearly projectile vomited on.
The highlight of Bussy St George was, by 100 miles, the lake. It looked quite normal and uneventful through the day and when you walked past. But go back in the evening with a bag of croissants and it turned into something awesome. First you'd see something bob in the water and disappear. You'd then see that something make a pattern on the surface of the water as it swam towards you. This was quite creepy the first time we didn't know what that something was. It eventually reached the shore though and revealed itself to be some kind of awesome beaver.
More beaver like creatures would appear until lake was completely beaver-packed. They'd circle you and demand you fed them croissants, hissing in anger when you ran out or gave to rival beavers. We found out when we got home they were coypus, but at the time they were definitely beavers. Am i saying beaver again and again just because I smile as I write it each time? Maybe. Beaver.
Maybe it was the coypus that drove all the people away from Bussy St George. Lucky for us we had enough croissants to feed them until we left. For a full time resident though I'm not sure how long you could keep giving up croissants until the Coypus took full control.
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