Just what you always wanted,
a plush Ted Glen.
I'm both intrigued and terrified by what classes as good entertainment for kids these days. My own childhood was spent roaming Greendale with Pat and Jess, mending lost toys with the mice from the Mouse organ or travelling to the moon in a spaceship made of an old baked bean tin and a funnel.
I turned out ok, didn't I?
The minefield that is children's TV today, however, is another thing altogether. There are shows that I will allow my daughter to watch like Peppa Pig and Lazy Town (or maybe its me watching Lazy Town while she pretends to play with her toys) but there are many shows where I find myself scrabbling for the remote in horror.
While I am still queen of the remote control of power I will strive to shelter my two year old from the likes of Barney, whose wholesome american bullshit I find disturbing, and anything that involves a Disney Princess. Yo Gabba Gabba has won the award for strangest show in that it is incomprehensibly shallow and presented by Shaft's little brother in an orange jumpsuit, and the
soulless parody of the Magic Roundabout (that they only get away with because the parents of the generation watching it aren't quite old enough themselves to remember it) is only worth mentioning because they must have spent mega bucks making something that frankly seems quite cheap.
It seems to me that our children are currently being borbarded with complete and utter trash designed to sell merchandise and make a quick buck. This shouldn't surprise me as this seems to be the way of the world and children are merely the softest target. My resolution? I've just bought the DVD compilations for Bagpuss and Button Moon, for my daughter, of course :)
