Still waiting for my Charlie Bucket moment

So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall…

The Oompa-Loompas 

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Quentin Blake

But there was one other thing that the grown-ups also knew, and it was this: that however small the chance might be of striking lucky, the chance is there. The chance had to be there.”
― Roald Dahl, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Recently it has been a common theme about how crappy 2014 has been and how we wish someone would give us a break and let us have some peace and open a tea shop or have a house with enough space for a library and a little garage for a car.

I compared it to Charlie Bucket in Roald Dahl’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and how he and the family were so down on their luck and never asked for much but to be fed and warm and then one chance by luck he finds a 50 pence piece and one thing leads to another through various events and other people’s selfish actions and their unfortunate predicaments that he ends up owning a chocolate factory. Or something like that.

I’ve always been told that I’m soft and silly for wanting to find Mr right, to enjoy spending time with someone who cares for much as me and I do for them. To get excited ove the simpliest things, like someone bringing me a large tub of coffee or knowing someone else thinks the same. Or in the case fo the weekend, just spending time together over something we love.

We’re lead to believe that technology and objects can improve our lives and make them easier. Pfft, if anything it makes us sad at what we can’t have or afford and decide whether we put on the heating, eat food or fork out for the latest fancy tv. At the moment I crave going out clothes shopping and buying a whole new wradrobe. I would also love some more book shelves so my books don’t have to stay in boxes. But because of the situationI’ve landed myself in at this moment in time it’s not possible. If anything I’m fighting for that thing that has much impact on our lives and that’s time. Time to go to book club and see people, to be around people. time to read, and time not to feel so tired. I also miss seeing my friend’s and would love to spend more time with them and visit home more. But for the present I can’t until I can work something out or have a ‘Charlie Bucket Moment’. So fingers crossed I can work a miracle for 2015. In the meantime here’s my favourite song from Charlie and the Chocolate factory. P.S. Quentin Blake is one fo my favourite Illustrators.

Mike Teavee (from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory)

“The most important thing we’ve learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set–
Or better still, just don’t install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we’ve been,
We’ve watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someone’s place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they’re hypnotised by it,
Until they’re absolutely drunk
With all the shocking ghastly junk.
Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,
They don’t climb out the window sill,
They never fight or kick or punch,
They leave you free to cook the lunch
And wash the dishes in the sink–
But did you ever stop to think,
To wonder just exactly what
This does to your beloved tot?
IT ROTS THE SENSES IN THE HEAD!
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!
IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!
IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND
HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND
A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!
HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!
HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE!
HE CANNOT THINK–HE ONLY SEES!
‘All right!’ you’ll cry. ‘All right!’ you’ll say,
‘But if we take the set away,
What shall we do to entertain
Our darling children? Please explain!’
We’ll answer this by asking you,
‘What used the darling ones to do?
‘How used they keep themselves contented
Before this monster was invented?’
Have you forgotten? Don’t you know?
We’ll say it very loud and slow:
THEY…USED…TO…READ! They’d READ and READ,
AND READ and READ, and then proceed
To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks!
One half their lives was reading books!
The nursery shelves held books galore!
Books cluttered up the nursery floor!
And in the bedroom, by the bed,
More books were waiting to be read!
Such wondrous, fine, fantastic takes
Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales
And treasure isles, and distant shores
Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars,
And pirates wearing purple pants,
And sailing ships and elephants,
And cannibals crouching ’round the pot,
Stirring away at something hot.
(It smells so good, what can it be?
Good gracious, it’s Penelope.)
The younger ones had Beatrix Potter
With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,
And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,
And Mrs. Tiggy–Winkle and–
Just How The Camel Got His Hump,
And How The Monkey Lost His Rump,
And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul,
There’s Mr. Rat and Mr. Mole–
Oh, books, what books they used to know,
Those children living long ago!
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall.
Then fill the shelves with lots of books,
Ignoring all the dirty looks,
The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,
And children hitting you with sticks–
Fear not, because we promise you
That, in about a week or two
Of having nothing else to do,
They’ll now begin to feel the need
Of having something good to read.
And once they start–oh boy, oh boy!
You watch the slowly growing joy
That fills their hears. They’ll grow so keen
They’ll wonder what they’d ever seen
In that ridiculous machine,
That nauseating, foul, unclean,
Repulsive television screen!
And later, each and every kid
Will love you more for what you did.
P.S. Regarding Mike Teavee,
We very much regret that we
Shall simply have to wait and see
If we can get him back his height.
But if we can’t–it serves him right.”

http://www.roalddahlfans.com/books/charsongs.php

Thank you for reading

xxx

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