What can be said about The Snowman that hasn’t already been said? It is as much a part of popular Christmas tradition as Slade or that episode of Father Ted where the priests get lost in the lingerie department. Raymond Briggs is certainly fed up with talking about it, but thankfully in 2014 a first … Continue reading
Father Christmas is my all time favourite Christmas book. In fact it may even by my favourite ever book. It’s the only story I’ve consistently read throughout my life, a Christmas Eve reading ritual that provides a direct link to my childhood. I can still remember the excitement of holding this book and obsessing … Continue reading
As if I didn’t have enough blooming work to do, I’ve been asked by the man at tygertale.com to do something called a blog post. At first I thought he wanted me to read my letters on the lavvy, but apparently it’s to do with the internet.
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During the 1960s and early 1970s, Raymond Briggs laboured over several books and two massive treasuries containing countless fairy Tales and nursery rhymes, creating one of the most complete visual libraries of Mother Goose and Co. by a single artist. It’s not difficult to see why these often outlandish poems and songs might appeal to someone with Briggs’ … Continue reading
‘This is Pancake day,’ said the Professor, taking his four pairs of spectacles off, and getting them just as mixed up as he usually got his five pairs. ‘It is a festival that is inclined to die out, because although people like pancakes they won’t trouble to cook them. Too much trouble. Too much mess. … Continue reading
Raymond Briggs was good friends with the legendary Puffin Books editor Kaye Webb. Despite his reputation for being more grumpy than Father Christmas he found himself sucked into Kaye’s world of Puffin Club outings and general merriment. Kaye was a force of nature, and used her special skills of persuasion on many authors to obtain … Continue reading
A novelty tie in of a much loved children’s book normally means a poorly stitched soft toy stapled to the front cover, or perhaps a collection of screen grabs taken from a lacklustre animated movie with text written by somebody in the publicity department. In the case of the Fungus the Bogeyman: The Plop-Up Book, … Continue reading
After two years and 55 advent blog posts I'm finally get round to writing about Raymond Briggs’ The Snowman. I’ve kind of been avoiding the book. It's not because I don’t like it, but rather that I’ve always thought, what more is there to say about a book that everybody knows inside out and back … Continue reading
What a wretched January that’s been. Mild, wet and endlessly boggy. It’s at this time of year that we really need something to cheer us up, but Christmas has already blown its load and all we’ve got to look forward to is a drab February that isn’t even offering up any pancakes this year. The … Continue reading
You didn’t think I could get through an entire Advent without a bit of Raymond Briggs did you? This time last year we met the thoroughly working class Father Christmas as he grumbled his way round the ultimate night shift. A right Blooming Christmas it might have been, but there were signs that the rest … Continue reading
I grew up in the 1980s, a child of Thatcher raised to loathe the monstrous metal mother. Not that I needed much prompting, her regular appearances on TV were enough to send me scuttling behind the sofa. But to make sure I stayed on message, my parents bought me a children's book on the subject: … Continue reading
Here’s a little curio from the Raymond Briggs Treasury, the Champion Books, a series of six non fiction titles covering the crowning achievements of great figures from the 20th Century. Briggs rarely touched non-fiction subjects, though as we saw with Sledges to the Rescue he was constantly drawing on his own family history. In 1967 … Continue reading
After Raymond Briggs left art college in 1957 he took his portfolio to Oxford University Press where he was asked by editor Mabel George 'How do you feel about fairies?' Biting his tongue and suppressing his art school cool he replied 'Yes, fairies, lovely'. Briggs soon discovered that Fairy tales and nursery rhymes were, 'the … Continue reading
What did you expect to find behind the last door? The baby Jesus? No. Like all good advent calendars it has to be Father Christmas – and not just any Father Christmas. Raymond Briggs’ 1973 picture book is my absolute favourite Christmas book. I ritually re-read it every year and get something new from it … Continue reading
This little gem arrived in the post just as the past week’s snow finally began to melt and the head fell off our snowman, crushing the small family of snowdogs in the process. The irony was lost on my distraught children but we have fortunately been able to console ourselves reading Raymond Briggs’ very first … Continue reading
Christmas just wouldn’t be Christmas without a bit of that old Raymond Briggs magic – Snowmen, Snowdogs, Father Christmas on the bog, that sort of thing. Well you won’t find any of them in The Christmas Book. This marvellous collection from 1968 was put together by James Reeves, with numerous black and white Briggs illustrations. … Continue reading
Original Bad Girl Goldilocks wasn’t always so young. The first written version by Robert Southey describes her variously as an impudent, foul-mouthed, ugly, dirty, vagrant old woman who needed locking up. The Goldilocks handed down to Raymond Briggs for inclusion in the 1972 Fairy Tale Treasury was the one written by Flora Annie Steele in … Continue reading
