I never liked Paddington Bear as a child.
Painfully polite, with a massively practical dress sense and the Brown family really annoyed me. So I obviously had no intention of picking him amongst all the much cooler, rebellious and dysfunctional bears on offer out there; Pooh with his eating disorder and dyslexia, the steroid addicted Bamse or Fozzie (who's just misunderstood really).
As I've grown up, I've learned to appreciate this little furry dude more and more. He clearly had a very tough life, orphaned in an earthquake and then abandoned dumped at a train station by Aunt Lucy and then stuck with those unnerving Brown kids. Plus, according to Vogue, his slouchy hat and duffel coat are really back into style.
In spite of a number of visits to Paddington throughout the year, I have never been to see the Paddington Bear statue. Primarily because the vast majority of my visits have included running towards Heathrow Express like a maniac in 6 inch heels, lugging a huge pink suit case and swearing at the fact that my flight leaves in less than an hour.
But seeing as I was for once in decent time for my train (to the Slums of Slough) and waiting to meet up with my travelling companion, it seemed like the best time possible to pay this little dude a visit.
And oh my gosh, how adorable is he? I just wanted to pinch his little bronze cheeks. And then I wanted antibacterial wipes. All those kids running up touching him... It's like asking for bird flu.
Look at me, I made a new friend!
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| Best Paddington experience to date! |
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