The Fairies

Well tonight I did something I'd sworn not to do. I sat through a full episode of The Fairies. DTE is currently obsessed with those Fairy books - you know the ones - they deserve a scathing blog post all of their own.

Anyway, it was only a matter of time before an advert was spotted and the terrifying words "Can we book The Fairies into Planner?" were uttered. I'd caught glimpses of the show in the past - I feared it was bad. Jeeps I was right.

Let's kick off with the use of the word Fairy, which is randomly inserted into every sentence -"Fan-fairy-tastic" is just about OK, but when counting goes "Fairy one, fairy two..." I start to feel my hackles rise.

Next we have a "full of fun" fat bloke in a bumblebee costume, who makes Big Cook Ben look like olympic gold medalist for enthusiasm.

Then there are the fairies themselves. Each one as saccharin as the last. Next time I moan about British kids TV, remind me how lucky I am not to be a telly box watching dad in Australia.