Monday, October 24, 2005
The Fun Never Stops at the Fun Factory
Last Saturday we took our kiddies to one of those Fun Factory places. I’m not sure of the correct generic name for these things, but they consist of a vast warehouse filled with climbing equipment, ball rooms, giant slides, bouncy castles, etc. They are very hot, and reverberate with excited laughter and the cries of the maimed.
I’m not going to name names though, because while their ad looked impressive the reality was very grim indeed - most of the stuff looked as if it had been scrounged on the cheap and a lot of it was broken. The centrepiece was a little car track on which kiddies could tootle about in little electric cars but unfortunately none of the cars were working. Someone had made a half-hearted repair attempt, because there were electronic entrails from one car strewn along the side of the track, but to no avail. For a while we watched 4-year-olds take turns at getting hernias as they vainly tried to push their friends around in these busted-arse vehicles.
Mrs B and I ended up passing the time by playing table soccer. Except we had to use a table tennis ball, and for some reason the players’ top halves were much longer than their lower halves so we had to make all the players stand on their heads so they could reach the ball. Not that it mattered anyway, because the table was so warped the ball would eventually roll into a corner and stay there.
One interesting final fact; according to their ad, they also do wedding receptions. You can contact me for details if interested.
I’m not going to name names though, because while their ad looked impressive the reality was very grim indeed - most of the stuff looked as if it had been scrounged on the cheap and a lot of it was broken. The centrepiece was a little car track on which kiddies could tootle about in little electric cars but unfortunately none of the cars were working. Someone had made a half-hearted repair attempt, because there were electronic entrails from one car strewn along the side of the track, but to no avail. For a while we watched 4-year-olds take turns at getting hernias as they vainly tried to push their friends around in these busted-arse vehicles.
Mrs B and I ended up passing the time by playing table soccer. Except we had to use a table tennis ball, and for some reason the players’ top halves were much longer than their lower halves so we had to make all the players stand on their heads so they could reach the ball. Not that it mattered anyway, because the table was so warped the ball would eventually roll into a corner and stay there.
One interesting final fact; according to their ad, they also do wedding receptions. You can contact me for details if interested.
