Monday, 11 October 2010

There Are No Words...

Normally when I 'read' les enfants French books, I just make up a story to go with the pictures, but in this case I had to look through it about eight times before I understood what was going on. Why are French children reading about a big pink blob who needs a 'barbamama' in order to be happy? Shouldn't they be teaching children that it's important to find happiness within themselves and that digging up yourself a life partner from the bottom of the garden isn't the answer? Very strange indeed, especially the bit in the middle of the book when he inexplicably becomes an Indian guru for a few pages. Don't look at the following pictures if you've been taking drugs:












































































































































































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