Happy Christmas! And welcome, to Brown's Blunderland
Back in 2001, I published a novel, To Hell In A Handcart, in which part of the action took place at a tacky theme park called Goblin's, somewhere in southern England. Disneyland, it wasn't. The surly, tattooed staff were forced to dress as elves, the rip-off food was poisonous, visitors were wheel-clamped as they drew up at reception, the whole place was run entirely for the convenience of the management and nothing worked properly.
Guests included a party of juvenile delinquents, taken on holiday at taxpayers' expense by their social worker to teach them the error of their ways.
Brown's Blunderland: Imagine Gordon, dressed up in his Santa suit, with chief pixie Peter Mandelson at his knee, rubbing his hands at the thought of raking in all that lovely money on a false prospectus | They spent their time fighting, swearing, drinking, taking drugs, abusing employees and fellow campers alike, burgling the chalets and stealing from cars.
Goblin's wasn't meant to be a metaphor for modern Britain, but I can understand why some people thought it might be.
It all came flooding back this week when I read about the Lapland New Forest experience, otherwise known as Winter Blunderland, a new 'tourist attraction' on the Hampshire/ Dorset border. The staff even dressed like elves.
Posted by: Fred 2008-12-05 |