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1980s ESB advert – Going home – YouTube.
Posted on 12 December 2011 | By Fence
by Roald Dahl
Sophie couldn’t sleep.
A brilliant moonbeam was slanting through a gap in the curtains. It was shining right on to her pillow.
One night, a young girl, unable to sleep makes her way to the window and spies a mysterious giant, with a suitcase and some sort of a trumpet. Discovering that he has been spotted this giant kidnaps the little girl, Sophie, and takes her off to Giant Country. There Sophie discovers that this giant, The Big Friendly Giant, is not like the other giants. He is much smaller than them for one thing, but also, they are murderers who delight in guzzling up human beans, whereas the BFG is only interested in sharing Dreams with people. Can Sophie and the BFG come up with a plan to defeat the like of The Fleshlumpeater and The Childchewer.
Posted on 26 June 2010 | By Fence | 3 responses
Author: E. B. White ; Ills. Edward Frascino
Sam Beaver is eleven years old when out exploring a Canadian swamp he comes across a bird’s nest, a Trumpeter Swan’s nest to be specific, and in it are 5 eggs. Sam is delighted; he loves nature and keeps a careful watch being careful not to upset the swans. He even saves the nest from a fox attack. And when the eggs hatch he is even more entranced by the cygnets. But one of them has a problem, Louis has been born without a voice, and so Sam decides to help him out. He takes him to school and helps him learn to read and write, now he can communicate through a slate & chalk. Then his father gets him a trumpet and Louis learns to play it, so he can win the love of Serena.
Posted on 3 June 2010 | By Fence | 4 responses
She could not remember a time when she had not known the story; she had grown up knowing it.
Aerin is the only child of the king of Damar, yet she has never really been accepted there. The story of her mother, witchwoman who enspelled her father, has left her untrusted. Especially by the sol, the aristocracy. But slowly she finds a role and a place for herself. And in the end she is the one who becomes:”(this is not really a spoiler. Cause it is a YA fantasy novel. How do you really expect it to end?)”: both inspiration and legend.
Posted on 2 November 2008 | By Fence | 1 response
There I was, channel surfing last night, and what did I come across, only the bestest news in the world […]
Posted on 18 September 2008 | By Fence | 1 response
Sheila pointed out that today is Laura Ingalls Wilder’s birthday. She was born on 7th Feb 1867. And reading Sheila’s […]
Posted on 7 February 2008 | By Fence
I’ve been going through my old posts, adding tags and I’ve noticed that I’m a lot less rambly than I […]
Posted on 19 November 2007 | By Fence | 6 responses
Oh! Do not attack me with your watch. A watch is always too fast or too slow. I cannot be dictated to by a watch.
At the weekend I suddenly remembered that I had a scanner. And old photos, so of course I did what […]
Posted on 12 June 2007 | By Fence | 8 responses
Cause then I could’ve just used that as my title. I suppose I could have typed in 3-3-3-3-3-3-3—2—-0—–3-3-2-3-2–0—–7–0——————| b:——————-3—3—————–3————————| g:——————————————————————| […]
Posted on 24 January 2007 | By Fence | 9 responses
Do you remember Eerie Indiana? Do you? With the kids being preserved in tubberware lunchboxes? And the ability to understand […]
Posted on 29 July 2006 | By Fence | 8 responses
Test the nation was on last night See RTE have been running a series of shows over the past week […]
Posted on 6 June 2006 | By Fence | 9 responses
The carriage gave another lurch, and Maria Merryweather, Miss Heliotrope, and Wiggins once more fell into each other’s arms, sighed, gasped, righted themselves, and fixed their attention upon those objects which were for each of them at this trying moment the source of courage and strength.
I picked this book up on a total whim, I have the vaguest recollections of a tv series by the same name, which may or may not have existed. But if it did I think I found it boring. Still I’m a horse fan. It was cheap, and short. I gave in.