Fantasy, film tie-ins and farts

The house is in bedlam at the moment. The measuring-every-window-for-venetian-blinds people are coming tomorrow: the kitchen floor is littered with beech leaves blown in every time the door opens, and the living room is littered with sleeping kittens and discarded plot elements. There are wizards and Rihannsu all over the place (virtually speaking). My blogging, indeed my normal websurfing activities, are much curtailed at the moment. But every now and then something seeps through that I don’t mind seeing. The subtitle of this item (which showed up first in Google) was “Fantasy, film tie-ins and farts sell big to kids”. At least the farting isn’t being attributed to me…