Same old, same old.
My kids came home from being in the town this morning, all excited about the fact that there was a full sized Dalek prop trundling around on the nice, flat surfaces of our local shopping centre today.
Obviously my interest was piqued and so my good wife explained that it was there raising money for charity. Hmm, might be worth going for a look and if it’s owned by a fan who lives locally, maybe we could have a chat about our mutual interest… I was prompted further into going because Mana didn’t get to see it as she was at her dance class and Alex wanted to see it again – so off we went.
And this is what we saw.
Having made a little donation, suddenly the sprogs were terrified and wouldn’t go anywhere near it. Instead they felt safer in hiding behind me – I’d move aside and they’d relocate accordingly. Alex in particular found a canny hidey hole under the back of my coat. Just great.
Anyway… Eventually the Dalek disappeared into an alcove for the builder of the piece to jump out and trade places with another chap who then took over the trundling duties and so this little segue allowed me the benefit of showing how a Dalek actually moves, with a person inside. See, nothing to worry about, and besides, they see Daleks every day at home!
It was also at this juncture that I approached the owner and explained how I was into these kind of props too. It occurred to me that maybe we could talk shop because it’s very rare for me to be able to indulge in this kind of chat on a face to face basis. Initially he seemed fine, but as soon as I answered his question on what I’ve got, he seemed to give me a look of utter incredulity, appeared to either lose all interest or seemed to be simply pissed at something and with that, he just walked off, leaving me standing there like a street bum. Oh well, it just went to prove that my initial feelings were correct…
Every time that I’ve been to an event where folks bring their builds along, (admittedly I haven’t been to many - maybe three or four) but I always get the impression that I’m not really cut out for this kind of thing because I don’t have anything to prove to anyone.
There’s me wondering what it’d be like to actually be involved in this kind of event and it’s the same thing every time, strange attitudes and weird behaviour. Why do I bother if people behave this way? Maybe folk just don’t like my face or perhaps to give him the benefit of the doubt, maybe he was busy, but I rather doubt that as he sauntered off drinking a coffee. Who knows what the deal was? And let’s be honest, who cares! At least my kids got to be both enthralled and terrified by a Dalek today, so nothing else really matters.
If this really is the way that some folk are like at these gatherings, maybe I should just give up all hopes of joining in and just not bother. I once saw a member of the Dalek Builder’s Guild tell a young boy, of no more than 5 years old, to ‘Fuck off!’ when he asked how you make a Dalek. Needless to say, I was stunned and appalled, so I sat with the lad and gave him a brief overview of the proceedure, then smiled at his Dad and said that I think he’s got a new project on his hands.