tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post116893196899051161..comments2024-03-07T11:39:09.758+11:00Comments on Will Type For Food: I Smugged, She Smugged, We Smugged TogetherTimThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-1169550639949960052007-01-23T22:10:00.000+11:002007-01-23T22:10:00.000+11:00I see a homo-erotic of Gnid & Smuggler's Top is lo...I see a homo-erotic of Gnid & Smuggler's Top is long overdue...actually, they've probably been done to death!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-1169158156221769322007-01-19T09:09:00.000+11:002007-01-19T09:09:00.000+11:00Okay, sounds like you have things well under contr...Okay, sounds like you have things well under control. "C'mon, Aunty Nails... giss the photos!!!! C'mon, you're mean!!! The guys will all <I>laugh</I> at me!!! C'mon, be fair!"TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-1169125464990648512007-01-19T00:04:00.000+11:002007-01-19T00:04:00.000+11:00The kid is pretty weird but I doubt we'll be fight...The kid is pretty weird but I doubt we'll be fighting over Enid Blyton books when he's a teenager. Probably he'll be dying his hair black and be busy practising being surly. Possibly having some kind of crisis about all the pictures I have of him in fairy wings [hey, advance planning].<BR/><BR/>I think Chinky was an elf or something. Blyton's naming leaves something to be desired, doesn't it? Actually, I think she was pretty naive. I once heard a story that she had to be strongly deterred from writing a story about Noddy spending a penny - apparently she just didn't get the joke.Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-1169104034595265182007-01-18T18:07:00.000+11:002007-01-18T18:07:00.000+11:00That page I linked in turn links back to the Enid ...That page I linked in turn links back to the Enid Blyton article, which gives a bit of a run down of the stereotypes found in Blyton fiction. I don't know, some of those old Empire genres of literature were exactly the <I>opposite</I> of xenophobic. Characters were always having adventures in the big wide world. I'm always drawn to 'adventure' fiction, which implies that the world is something to be discovered, as opposed to 'escapist' fiction, which often cloaks a misanthropic, pessimistic view of life by offering up preposterous ideals. But maybe that's just me. Anyway, Blyton toes the line between a few of these genres, she's quite ingenious.TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-1169099175232392082007-01-18T16:46:00.000+11:002007-01-18T16:46:00.000+11:00Good lord! It's The Ace of Spades, and his crimina...Good lord! It's The Ace of Spades, and his criminal "cousins" - back in town to rob some poor Church-going spinster.<BR/><BR/>I wonder how much xenophobia Enid's child readership now perpetuates (either wittingly or un-).<BR/><BR/>It's simply <I>too</I> horrid to think about!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-1169068015413695082007-01-18T08:06:00.000+11:002007-01-18T08:06:00.000+11:00Cop this cover of an Enid Blyton book! It contains...Cop <A HREF="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:The_Three_Golliwogs.jpg" REL="nofollow">this cover</A> of an Enid Blyton book! It contains wrongness on so many levels! Imagine giving that to your nephew, wouldn't that just scare the <B>crap</B> out of him?TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-1169065715101702192007-01-18T07:28:00.000+11:002007-01-18T07:28:00.000+11:00Yes, Aunt Fanny is in The Famous Five, she appears...Yes, Aunt Fanny is in The Famous Five, she appears in one of the quotes above. The first thing she usually says when 'the children' arrive at her place is 'Oh, you look so thin! I must fatten you up!' <BR/><BR/>I used to read 'The Magical Faraway Tree' as well, and in spite of what others say, 'The Secret Seven' rocks. I may also have glanced into 'The Wishing Chair'. <BR/><BR/>Steal the books back off your nephew. You have to do it now while he is puny and weak, when he's a teenager it will be too late! <BR/><BR/>Who the hell is CHINKY?TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-1169039078891175862007-01-18T00:04:00.000+11:002007-01-18T00:04:00.000+11:001) Where's my cocaine?2) I can't believe I'm doing...1) Where's my cocaine?<BR/><BR/>2) I can't believe I'm doing this but I believe that there was some kind of ointment to make the wings grow.<BR/><BR/>3) Chinky? She's a worry isn't she? I also recall there being a Fanny somewhere.<BR/><BR/>4) Thank you for making me wish that I had not, quite magnanimously, agreed that my nephew should have my Enid Blytons. Damn. I want to read them now.Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-1169002703961991612007-01-17T13:58:00.000+11:002007-01-17T13:58:00.000+11:00Right. And sometimes, you've gotta suspect, it's t...Right. And sometimes, you've gotta suspect, it's the analyst with the pathological preoccupation, not the analysed. But for all I can read old Freud and feel like walloping him over the head with his own genital fixation (as opposed to walloping him over the head with his own genitals, which I suspect wouldn't be very pleasant, especially at this point in his decomposition), there's something utterly alluring about his accounts of how we reveal what we're not allowed to reveal and of the motivations we're not even able to admit to ourselves. I say he's worth giving a go. So to speak.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-1168997392458912142007-01-17T12:29:00.000+11:002007-01-17T12:29:00.000+11:00I guess he'd taken more than his usual firkin of s...I guess he'd taken more than his usual firkin of snuff on the day of writing that, judging from the chapter titles: "Sometimes a Cigar is a Sublimated Phallic Symbol Representing the Traumatically-suppresed Oedipal Desires Of Childhood", for instance.TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-1168995355380986002007-01-17T11:55:00.000+11:002007-01-17T11:55:00.000+11:00I guess the psychoanalysis lark lost its lustre on...I guess the psychoanalysis lark lost its lustre once "Syphilisation and Its Discontents" got such bad reviews. And, of course, if my first name were Sigmund, I wouldn't hesitate to change it to Pink.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-1168992990151654312007-01-17T11:16:00.000+11:002007-01-17T11:16:00.000+11:00He was a genius, no doubt about it, but he had a f...He was a genius, no doubt about it, but he had a funny way of showing it. I still struggle to understand why he turned to music in his later years. But his <I>Pink Freud</I> albums (especially <I>'The Dark Side of the Loon'</I>) are still selling like hotcakes, so who knows?TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-1168991565868751582007-01-17T10:52:00.000+11:002007-01-17T10:52:00.000+11:00You're right. I got carried away, but how could I ...You're right. I got carried away, but how could I not? A Freud in need is a Freud indeed.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-1168988844069345812007-01-17T10:07:00.000+11:002007-01-17T10:07:00.000+11:00Hey, hey, let's not take this too far. Being scurr...Hey, hey, let's not take this too far. Being scurrilous I will admit to, but I will never be an ingrate. Let's face it, I'm just not that grate at anything, except maybe spelling.TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-1168988533114994422007-01-17T10:02:00.000+11:002007-01-17T10:02:00.000+11:00Hey, no knocking Dr Freud. It's not every chap who...Hey, no knocking Dr Freud. It's not every chap who'd put up his hand to test the effects of cocaine on sea-sickness, and asthma, and indigestion, and spending too long on the chaise longue, and reading Sophocles, and -- you get the idea -- he self-sacrificingly sniffed his way through a lot of cocaine. And we have the temerity to suggest he wasn't a scientist! Scurrilous ingrates!<BR/><BR/>As for Freudian slips, I put one over my pillow. It helps with the interpretation of dreams.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-1168945085489716472007-01-16T21:58:00.000+11:002007-01-16T21:58:00.000+11:00I suspect that was the least of his problems.I suspect that was the least of his problems.Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-1168939666570402202007-01-16T20:27:00.000+11:002007-01-16T20:27:00.000+11:00well what i got out of those quotes was the hypnot...well what i got out of those quotes was the hypnotic rhythm of it all..youve probably explained how it happens but i can really see a child getting sucked in by the mystery and the repetition and the SIMPLICITY:)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-1168938370109322542007-01-16T20:06:00.000+11:002007-01-16T20:06:00.000+11:00How queer!How queer!TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-1168937558399479562007-01-16T19:52:00.000+11:002007-01-16T19:52:00.000+11:00He's at Smuggler's Top...He's at Smuggler's Top...Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-1168932455018409112007-01-16T18:27:00.000+11:002007-01-16T18:27:00.000+11:00The first four quotes all came from page 25. Simil...The first four quotes all came from page 25. Similar with most of the other quotes. Interestingly, if you subtract the superfluous words from the above quotes, then you will end up with approximately 20 'Smuggler's Tops', and five prepositions. <BR/><BR/>Also noteable is the number of times Blyton uses the term 'queer'. It's her favourite word. Where's Dr Freud when you need him?TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.com