Good Reading : June 2011
16 goodreading ı JUNE 2011 Louis was invited to a birthday party for his little Kinder friend, Oliver.The mother also invited another boy and each had two-year-old siblings.The five little boys all played nicely in her tiny back yard. Mum had gone to a lot of trouble over-catering (as one does) with fairybread, brownies with sprinkles, party pies and chips.The boys had been sitting at a little plastic picnic table to eat. One by one they got up to play. 'When the last boy stood up a big wind picked up the table and threw it upside down on the concrete. Chips, sausages, brownies and tomato sauce were everywhere.The dog came running over and feasted on all the spillings. Little Elliot peed his pants.The dog did a giant crap on the lawn and Oliver rode his new birthday bicycle through it. Charlie wheeled a tip truck full of sand into the kitchen and tipped it on the linoleum. Mum slid in the sand with the birthday cake -- the plate smashed but she managed to save the cake. It was from Donut King and those things bounce! Oliver poked his brother's eye out for stealing the Smarties off the cake, Louis got hit in the head with a light sabre and, as we said our goodbyes, Elliot peed his pants again. 'So much fun packed into such a short visit! I'm already trying to organise Louis's fifth birthday in July -- I'll need caterers, cleaners and maybe even security.' This writer hasn't made up anything that isn't true -- well, as far as I know! -- and yet she has written a wildly entertaining story about nothing more unusual than a child's birthday party. We've all got a story about a birthday party hiding within us.We've also got a story about a holiday. And one about a house. And one about a time you were really scared. Or really embarrassed. Or really happy. And one about a tree. And one about a pair of shoes. Or an unreasonable brother. Or about the time you broke something ... Tell me your story. Write it down. Use the details of what actually happened. Make me see what you saw and feel how you felt.What did people say? What did you say back to them? And then what happened? The experience can be quite 'ordinary' but if you make it come alive with the use of lots of ordinary, everyday details, I -- and lots of other readers -- will love you for it because not only will we be entertained but it will remind us of our own personal treasure-house of experiences that we can tur n into our own stories. writing tips from Bestselling children’s author ANDY GRIFFITHS presents a description of a birthday party that he received from a reader, and shows how real-life events like this can help you to write in a vivid, attention-grabbing way. writer's life 2 oems from Andy to get you started ere are some wacky poems generated from he fertile word factory inside the head of Andy Griffiths. Read them and let them inspire you to create your own crazy verse. There once was a man from Montrose Who had a wandering nose. It jumped off his face, Took off into space, And where it is now nobody knows. Humpty Bumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Bumpty had a great fall. All the King’s horses and all the King’s men aid, ‘We can’t fix this; it’s got a big crack in it.’ Mary had a little brain o bigger than a pea. When there were problems to be solved he’d say, ‘Don’t ask me.’ eter Pimple-popper popped a patch of pus-packed pimples; patch of pus-packed pimples Peter Pimple-popper popped. Peter Pimple-popper popped a patch of pus-packed pimples, Where’s the pus from the pus-packed pimples Peter Pimple- popper popped? Thank goodness for the buttons n the middle of our tummies! If it weren’t for them We’d still be joined to our mummies.) I’m glad my nose Is so far from my toes Because then I can’t tell How bad my feet smell.