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T is a huge Wallace and Grommit fan. She absolutely loves them! She even wants a Wallace doll/toy and likes to remind us how much she wants one by saying I don’t have a Wallace toy yet, do I? I mean, who on earth would want a doll/toy of a bald man, right? Only my T of course! So imagine how excited and happy she was to see huge Gromits scattered all over Bristol.
Gromit Unleashed, a project aimed to raise money for the Bristol Children’s Hospital was still happening when we were in Bristol about a two weeks ago. Gromit sculptures made by local artists were planted all over the city and they are to be auctioned off on the 3rd of October. So if you’re rich, why not bag yourself up a lovely Gromit sculpture? You can put it in your garden, hallway (if you have a big one!) and I’m sure it will be a great topic-starter in the many dinner parties you give at your home and if your child is a fan like mine, you’ll make them the happiest little kid in the world! If we were rich and got her one, she would say I’m so happy Mummy!
Since we were showing our friend around the city, it was such a pleasant surprise to find a Gromit at a corner turned and T squealed in delight every time we came across one. She’d hug Gromit’s leg and happily run around him. When it was time to go all we had to say was “Let’s look for another Gromit!” and she would go without a single whinge.
Artists: Joseph Dunmore Gromit 1 and Peter Lord CBE for Gromit 2
Artist Inkie for Gromit 1 and Sir Peter Blake for Gromit 2
Artist Ignition DG LTD for Gromit 1 and Lindsay McBirnie for Gromit 2
Artist Sarah Mathews for Gromit 1 and Richard “Golly” Starkzak for Gromit 2
All in all there were about 80 Gromits and T only got to see about 8. She would’ve loved to have seen the Grommit Lightyear and I was curious to see what the Being Gromit Malkivich looked like. But we didn’t really have the time to search for all of them. The project was obviously a big hit, as we met many parents along the way with their equally excited children in tow, complete with the Grommit Trail map in hand and of course, there were also grown-ups without children who were also on the trail. Speaking of which, I’d like to take a moment to address one or two of them on this blog-post:
Yes you with the frown and disapproving look on your face, who probably books their vacations on strictly no-children-allowed holiday breaks, also the kind who mutters under their breath when stuck with a family on a plane with a whingy toddler, train and other public transports. Yes, you sir/madam, I am referring to you.
Do you know that Wallace and Gromit is actually an animation for children, yes, children. Yes, I’m pretty sure the makers of Wallace and Gromit had them in mind when they made the films. Yes, I also know grown-ups love animation too. My husband and I do. However, I do think that animators make these films with children as their target audience in mind. Yes, children. You know those little people you’ve frowned upon as they played around the Gromits as if they were hanging around precious Rodin sculptures. And yes, while the Gromit sculptures were made by fine and famous artists, I’m certain that they were aware that their artwork would be ‘played with’ by children and I’m sure they were fine with that too.
Yes, I know all you wanted to do was take a photo of Gromit without a child playing or cuddling one of his legs. All you needed to do was ask politely. A simple “Excuse me, would you mind extracting your child from Gromit’s legs just so I could take a photo without them in it? Then maybe, I would oblige, instead of you frowning and wrinkling your nose as if my child smelled of crap. You sir/madam are crap.
Let me remind you, this might be your future too and when that happens I hope you remember the time you made a child cry all because you wanted a photo of Gromit taken without a little creature hanging around its neck.
Okay, rant over.
On a more pleasant note, we ended our tour of Bristol at the Old Duke which dates back to 1775. We got married in Bristol you see, and after our reception, we all ended up sitting outside at the Old Duke with loud jazz music playing inside the pub.
I love Bristol.
This post is linked up with Podcast’s What’s the Story