Newbury is bizarrely literary, having sporned or homed some rather dazzling and varied talent, from the Richard Adams (sorry darling but Watership Down was one of my top ten most boring novels) Sebastian Faulkes, Geraldine Mccaughrean, and of course Michael Bond!
I want them all!!!
We Mums have a Paddington Appreciation Society Newbury Branch! We love him. Not only that Mine isn't the only baby whose Daddy travels to and from Paddington every day. So we have fond associations.
Admittedly I swanned through Padders regularly myself before spotting the little fellow lurking in the arcade. He takes some finding, I had to have a tip off. This photo is proof for A's mummy that there is indeed a Paddington statue- she doesn't believe me. (She doesn't have time to read the blog either,)
Can you BEAR it?
On a different planet, far away...... but speaking of Paddington Station, we saw "Breakfast at tiffany's" in the west end. My personal opinion? Save your money and the effort of travelling into Town. Get the DVD. Audrey Hepburn just can't be beaten. Or if you are a purist, read the book! The chapters flow better, rather than jerking and stumbling from scene to scene, the landscape of NYC in 1958 in your imagination from Truman Capote's description will satisfy you more than the aesthetically displeasing set at the theatre! The novel's characters are more life like, despite being printed on paper not stilted, cardboard cut outs, as the actors were.
Of course Anna Friel did the one thing Audrey would never, ever do, she got her kit off and her t*ts out for the lads..... bizarrely though there weren't that many men in the audience! You won't get that in the book or the DVD.
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