The award-winning, BBC MUZZY program is the most respected children's language course in the world. via Baby Center
There have been some diverse and somewhat disturbing children’s characters along the way ever since Eric Idle thought it would be rather amusing to conjure up a heart-warming tiny tots programme. That, moment of black and white Sixties wonderment worked - but only because Idle and Palin used their natural wit, charm and were A Class rated for eternal smiley faces, but Muzzy? I’m not so sure.
At least the brilliant cast of Do Not Adjust Your Set, amongst other children’s archive celebrities weren’t trying to send subliminal messages to kids to make them chant a different language in their sleep, yet there is something certainly sinister about the over fluffed, slightly stoned Muzzy which to me, as a parent, leads me into reoccurring nightmares of Teddy Rucksbin. I rather get the feeling that Muzzy could well be the type of toy that should never be left at home with a child, alone. There might be, at any given moment when, by pure accident, the head of the French speaking rag doll swivels 360 degrees and tells the child to go and kill mummy and daddy. Perhaps I actually have nothing personally against the character - I just don‘t like the way we are now being told to educate our children.
We should, as parents be reading to our kids, teaching them to rights and wrongs and even, if we are feeling a trifle daring, teach them another language, but to leave it down to a green, furry faced, dazed and a tad too patronising fluff ball, strikes me as being just that little bit too lazy. A bright kid can be irritating at the best of times, particularly a six year old who can speak fluent French. As a self confessed grumpy old git and avid follower of the goddess of grumps, Ms Jenny Éclair, I find such child prodigies at little too hard to take in.
It would seem to me that we should now subject ourselves and our children to a series of intellectual past times to either justify our abilities to rear super kids or simply just to annoy other parents at the school gates. Either way, I have found that the BBC have the ingenious knack of jumping on the parental bandwagon and feel obliged to panda to our every weakness. It is the devil dressed rather charismatically as the Devil, and it works - every time….
PJ 2007
At least the brilliant cast of Do Not Adjust Your Set, amongst other children’s archive celebrities weren’t trying to send subliminal messages to kids to make them chant a different language in their sleep, yet there is something certainly sinister about the over fluffed, slightly stoned Muzzy which to me, as a parent, leads me into reoccurring nightmares of Teddy Rucksbin. I rather get the feeling that Muzzy could well be the type of toy that should never be left at home with a child, alone. There might be, at any given moment when, by pure accident, the head of the French speaking rag doll swivels 360 degrees and tells the child to go and kill mummy and daddy. Perhaps I actually have nothing personally against the character - I just don‘t like the way we are now being told to educate our children.
We should, as parents be reading to our kids, teaching them to rights and wrongs and even, if we are feeling a trifle daring, teach them another language, but to leave it down to a green, furry faced, dazed and a tad too patronising fluff ball, strikes me as being just that little bit too lazy. A bright kid can be irritating at the best of times, particularly a six year old who can speak fluent French. As a self confessed grumpy old git and avid follower of the goddess of grumps, Ms Jenny Éclair, I find such child prodigies at little too hard to take in.
It would seem to me that we should now subject ourselves and our children to a series of intellectual past times to either justify our abilities to rear super kids or simply just to annoy other parents at the school gates. Either way, I have found that the BBC have the ingenious knack of jumping on the parental bandwagon and feel obliged to panda to our every weakness. It is the devil dressed rather charismatically as the Devil, and it works - every time….
PJ 2007
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