Blandford is a buoy who lives right outside the harbour. He is good friends with Bedford and Theodore, due to Theodore bringing him his new bell. He also was seen when Cabot visited the harbour. He lives just outside Ceilidh's Cove, where Truro and Dorothy live. In the first series, his model had no face and was black and red.
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| - Blandford is a buoy who lives right outside the harbour. He is good friends with Bedford and Theodore, due to Theodore bringing him his new bell. He also was seen when Cabot visited the harbour. He lives just outside Ceilidh's Cove, where Truro and Dorothy live. In the first series, his model had no face and was black and red.
- Blandford is a tender engine.
- Blandford is a small English town on the banks of the river Piddle. It's a pleasant and peaceful place where not much has changed since the coronation of our fair Queen. In fact, we've no calendars later than 1957, the start of what I like to call 'the great pleasantness decline'. All the people here are polite, over the age of sixty and certainly not prone to outbursts of these so-called ‘emotions’, which so many of these 'celebrities' seem to have these days. It's an extremely irritating habit - worse than smoking in my opinion - and we should do everything in our humble powers to stop it. Here in peaceful Blandford we maintain a stiff upper lip at all times- why just the other week my wife died, and do I sound like I care? I certainly hope not.
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| - Blandford is a buoy who lives right outside the harbour. He is good friends with Bedford and Theodore, due to Theodore bringing him his new bell. He also was seen when Cabot visited the harbour. He lives just outside Ceilidh's Cove, where Truro and Dorothy live. In the first series, his model had no face and was black and red.
- Blandford is a small English town on the banks of the river Piddle. It's a pleasant and peaceful place where not much has changed since the coronation of our fair Queen. In fact, we've no calendars later than 1957, the start of what I like to call 'the great pleasantness decline'. All the people here are polite, over the age of sixty and certainly not prone to outbursts of these so-called ‘emotions’, which so many of these 'celebrities' seem to have these days. It's an extremely irritating habit - worse than smoking in my opinion - and we should do everything in our humble powers to stop it. Here in peaceful Blandford we maintain a stiff upper lip at all times- why just the other week my wife died, and do I sound like I care? I certainly hope not. Regrettably things aren't always as pleasant here as they could be. In fact there was some dreadful goings-on here last week when some young hooligans arrived in the town square with their crisp packets and transistor radios and foul-mouthed 'opinions'. Luckily Old Mr Jocelyn turned up with a stout metal pipe, and chased those young vagabonds away, right into the jaws of Lord Humphrey's hounds. How those young whippersnappers squealed! Of course not many people care about these callous threats to our pleasant way of life, but you should! Blandford may sound like some innocent boring town, but you need to reconsider your opinion... Actually it’s a very interesting town, and I've lots of evidence to prove it. I would even stoop to your level and say it’s a ‘cool’ town if I did not abhor slangs to the point of nausea. Please take notice that nausea is not a real emotion, as it is felt at the top of the stomach.
- Blandford is a tender engine.
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