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Today (strictly tomorrow, but who’s counting?) is a very special day. After eight dismal months without another Casper adventure, we finally get to find out what happens next to those idiots of Corne-on-the-Kobb! HURRAH!

In Casper and Lamp’s latest adventure, ‘Casper Candlewacks in The Claws of Crime’, our idiotic adventurers are thrown into the centre of an investigation to hunt down the fabled French cat burglar Le Chat. Le Chat has only gone and snuk into the village, bonked Betty Woons round the head with a cricket bat and made off with the famous bejewelled sword that belonged to Sir Gossamer D’Glaze, the medieval knight with great hair who first invented Corne-on-the-Kobb out of some streets and buildings that he had lying about.

Disaster!

Casper and Lamp take it upon themselves to track down the thief and save the village once more. But when an undercover mission goes wrong and Casper’s feral baby sister, Cuddles, gets kidnapped by Le Chat, the need to catch him grows even greater.

I’m not going to tell you what happens, because I’m not silly. But let’s just say, if you like things that are brilliant, you’ll LOVE this book.

You can get ‘Casper Candlewacks in The Claws of Crime’ on Amazon here: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Casper-Candlewacks-Claws-Crime-Brett/dp/000741157X/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1325688290&sr=8-2

or at Waterstones here: http://www.waterstones.com/waterstonesweb/products/ivan+brett/casper+candlewacks+in+the+claws+of+crime21/8687412/

or at various other places on the internet, or EVEN BETTER, THE REAL WORLD!

Thanks for all your comments on my last blog. Really interesting to hear all your opinions on the issue.

But we don’t care about that – WHO WANTS MORE IDIOTS?

The first is one I should’ve uploaded weeks ago, but you know how it is: one moment you’re ready to update your blog, the very next your rampaging through another dimension on the back of a white pegasus, tracking down the evil Lord Chaos before he unleashes his Oblivion Amulet. Or something.

OlDWIF BOLEM – All Saints C of E Primary School, Winchester

There’s an awful lot going on here with Oldwif, and being that the event was almost two weeks ago (shame on me) I may have forgotten some of the details. But here’s the crux: Oldwif (bottom left, riding a horse) is a veteran secret agent, who’s tracked down some sort of evil cowboy bank robber (top right, riding a cow). Oldwif is on Her Majesty’s Secret Service, reclaiming a stack of gold ingots that the evil cowboy has stolen from a bank. But alas! When he finds the gold he finds the cowboy’s been chewing it like tobacco and spitting it into a golden spittoon. Never beaten, Oldwif stuffed as much of the golden spit into his pocket as he could fit and rode off on his tiny horse. What follows is a high-speed chase worthy of the bestest Western in history, only one of them’s riding a cow and he’s shooting at Oldwif with a spit gun. What an adventure!

(Kids of All Saints – have I missed anything? Tell me in the comments below.)

LOSSANA SHOE-MUFFIN – Oliver’s Battery Primary School

Lossana found a tiny purple elephant in a pile of washing one day, and took it for her own. Soon she discovered that the elephant produced an incredible quantity of earwax, the likes of which she’d never tasted. Not only did it bake into delicious cookies, it also could roll into yarn to knit socks, squidge down into hair gel and be used as the fuse for a giant sticky bomb, or something. Soon Lossana developed her own Elephant-Earwax range of products, selling them outside her house on the weekends. She’s also developing an earwax voodoo-doll to rid herself of her annoying husband, while trying to breed more elephants with the earwax they create. Finally, you may notice she’s only wearing one sock. That’s because the elephant uses the other as a sleeping bag.

Well, that’s all I’ve got until tomorrow. Bet you can’t wait!

Hi.

Everybody reading this blog is a massive idiot. Every single one. Insulted? Read on…

I don’t normally put anything serious on this blog, but events this week have been making me think. OK, so Ricky Gervais likes being controversial. It’s a thing many comedians do, on purpose of course, in order to be discussed. But Gervais’ latest escapade has been getting more attention than most: by using his twitter account and his latest live show to try to reclaim a word that’s been used for years as derogatory and insulting, and use it as an insult.

I don’t think it’s important to say what the word is here. He might as well have used any word that started its life with negative meaning. He might as well have used ‘idiot’.

My book is full of the word ‘idiot’. It’s almost on every page. The difference in my view is that I’ve reclaimed the word to mean something positive. But I’ll let you be the judge of that.

I’ve visited about thirty schools since April. Every time I ask “What does the word ‘idiot’ mean to you”? “Stupid,” children say, or “forgetful” or “clumsy” or “silly” or once even “an incompetent fool”. They’re right, in a sense. The word started in Ancient Greece as ‘person lacking professional skill’ before meaning ‘uneducated or ignorant’ in Middle English. It’s true – the word ‘idiot’ can quite easily be used negatively.

But then there’s that time your mum spills her tea on the carpet, or when your friend forgets his coat on a cold day. “Oh, you idiot!” you can say, smiling. In this case are you actually saying ‘You are an uneducated and ignorant person’? Of course not.  You mean, ‘You make mistakes, but I love you for it.’ You mean ‘We can both see the fault in what you just did.’ Calling someone an idiot can be a term of endearment – it’s a way of embracing failures.

I’m an idiot. I’ll come out and say it.

I AM AN IDIOT!

I can list off a million idiotic things I’ve done without breaking sweat. I’ve walked into a lamp post and said sorry, I’ve put the phone in the fridge after using it, at school I called my teacher ‘mum’ so many times even she started to believe it. But who can truly say they’ve not mucked up once or twice?None of us are perfect, but some of us pretend to be. There are people who are embarrassed by their mistakes, who hide them and cover them up, who think anything less than perfection is a disgrace. Those people are silly. And i mean that in a bad way.

We are judged by what makes us different, and that includes the bad things. For example: I’m terribly forgetful. It’s a fact. No matter how many techniques I try, you can bank on me leaving the house without my keys or my wallet or my shoes. Now I can let that hang over my head like an embarrassing smell, or I can take pride in it! “THIS IS ME!” I can shout, “THE GOOD BITS AND THE BAD!” And if people look at me oddly, I’ll just start shouting louder, and waving around those massive foam hands that they used to have on Gladiators.

If we take pride in our shortcomings, embrace what makes us different, we’re immune to name-calling and bullying. We can finally be honest with ourselves and isolate those bits that might need a little polishing. And that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t strive to be better – of course we should! But we can bear in mind that we can never be perfect, and it’s a waste of time to try.

So we’re all idiots, in that none of us is perfect. But that’s a good thing! Not only does it give us something to strive towards, it gives us something to measure ourselves by.

My book takes place in a village of idiots, the village of Corne-on-the-Kobb. But this place is wonderful! The only person who thinks he’s not an idiot, Casper Candlewacks, ends up becoming one in order to save the day! And I don’t mean ridding himself of brain cells, I mean ridding himself of that seriousness and snore-inducing self-respect that everybody seems to have nowadays. And do you know what? That’s BRILLIANT.

Now…compare this with Ricky Gervais. A word that has been used to describe disabled people has now been changed to describe people he doesn’t like. Can you see the difference between this and my reclaiming of ‘idiot’? You can’t reclaim a word only to use it in the same way. Not only will it NEVER rid itself of the original meaning, it’ll insult so many people that it’s just not worth it. I know Gervais is partially doing this just to be contraversial, but he knows full-well what he’s doing. It’s hurtful and futile, and it wrongly colours the marvellous progression of language that lets ‘idiot’ be used in an endearing way.

So what do you think? I want your honest feedback about this. Am I wrong in using the word ‘idiot’? Is Ricky Gervais justified in what he’s doing? Are my attempt and his attempt really all that different? Let me know in the comments below, or on Twitter, @ivanbrett.

***addendum*** As noted by @smartestgiant, I spelt ‘controversial’ wrong in this post. I’ll leave it though, to prove that I’m OK with not being perfect.

Hi, Internet. Can you hear me?

I don’t know how this thing works, really. We don’t get fancy things like computers or microwaves in Corne-on-the-Kobb. In my house we only get electricity because Lamp built a rod that catches all the lightning and saves it all up for when it gets dark.

Anyway, my name’s Casper Candlewacks, I’m eleven years old and some strange man with floppy hair has just given me a sheet of paper with questions on it and asked me to give some answers. While I speak he’s tapping away at a tappy thing and the words I’m saying are popping up on the screen. Like this. And this. Will you just write anything I say? BLAAAH. POTTED WEASELS. THE FLOPPY-HAIRED MAN IS AN IDIOT. HE LOOKS STUPID WHEN HE TAPS ON HIS TAPPY THING. Ah, this will never get old.

OK, so I’d better answer your questions:

“Is your mum an idiot? And your dad too?” - anon, from Bigland Green

They’re both idiots, yeah. In their own way. Mum watches a lot of TV, and I mean a LOT. She only ever gets up off the sofa during the weather reports, and that’s only because she never goes outside. You know those shows that come on at lunchtime that you only see when you’re ill, about knitting or watercolours, and you wonder who ever watches them? Yeah, it’s my mum. My dad’s a chef. Well, he calls himself a chef, but if he is then so’s anybody who can start a fire in a frying pan. Once he burnt my ice cream. How do you even do that?

“Where would you like to go for your summer holiday?” - Emma

I’ve never been abroad. I heard there were tigers. I’d quite like Scotland because they catch and eat this animal called a ‘Haggis’. I don’t know anything more about the ‘Haggis’ though, and what I do know was told to me by Mitch McMassive who you shouldn’t trust really.  Once he told me that birds fly south in winter because there’s a 50% sale off spare beaks every christmas in France.

“Casper, how do you run away from a tiger?” - Jake

Don’t know…I’ve never been abroad. I hope you didn’t need the answer urgently though. Well, my guess is you sprint as fast as you can towards the nearest paint shop. Buy a tin of orange paint and a tin of black. Then paint yourself in stripes and roar a bit. Hopefully the tiger will make friends with you instead. If this doesn’t work, learn to fly. Tigers can’t fly.

“Was it fun driving the Bubbel Buggy?” - Will

It was terrifying! After a while you get used to the popping sensation and it’s really good fun, but it doesn’t half shake your bum. Lamp doesn’t believe in suspension, you see. He said “If I wanted suspension, I would’ve made it float.” I couldn’t sit down properly for a week.

“Do you like swimming?” - William

Ooh no. We don’t have a pool in Corne-on-the-Kobb, but we do have the river Kobb. It’s frrrrrreezing and full of sharks.

“What does B.A.D. stand for?” - Kai

Beavers Are Dirty. It’s true as well. Once, as a punishment, I had to clean sixty beavers until they were sparkling. Took me three days (with lunch breaks).

“Have you ever been bitten by a pigeon?” – Anton

Yeah, and it hurt like mad. I got attacked by a whole man-pecking flock when The Great Tiramisu cursed the village. Tell you what, I’d rather clean a million beavers than be eaten by pigeons. Imagine your last thought as you slipped down its gullet being “Cor, pigeon’s breath doesn’t half stink!”

“How do you make a monkey laugh?” - Samuel

Print jokes on the skin of its bananas.

“How would you tame a man-eating pigeon?” - Rtvik

I wouldn’t. I’d just run far far away (or to the nearest paint shop for a tin of grey paint).

“When’s your birthday? And what would you like for your birthday present?”

It’s in April at some point, but neither of my parents remember when. So we just celebrate my birthday over the whole month. One day we have the cake, the next day we clear up the cake. One day Dad gets me a present (last year it was a bag of courgettes from the local shop), the next day I take it back to the shop and spend the money on sweets. As for what I want, if it’s a choice between courgettes and sweets then I’ll take the sweets.

I’m exhausted now! People don’t often ask questions in Corne-on-the-Kobb, and if they do they’ve normally wandered off before you can give a good answer. It was nice to chat, anyway.

(You can read all about Casper’s adventures in ‘Casper Candlewacks in Death by Pigeon!’ by me, the floppy-haired typist, Ivan Brett. If you’re reading this in the future you should ride your hovercars to the nearest book shop and look out for his other adventures, ‘Casper Candlewacks in The Claws of Crime’ and ‘Casper Candlewacks in Attack of the Braniacs’. Enjoy!)

OK. First of all, sorry. It gets to a point where you’ve not blogged for so long that you feel guilty about it, and then you avoid it because it makes you feel bad and then you pretend it doesn’t exist. I got to that stage. So, as an apology, I PROMISE to write at least something weekly from now until Christmas. How does that sound?

We’ve had some brilliant questions for the ‘Ask Casper’ segment, which I’ll get him to answer as soon as possible. He’s been busy this summer, getting up to all sorts of adventures which you can read about in some book or another, I forget what it’s called.

But anyway…who wants to see some idiots? This time we’ve got two characters from Willand School in Devon, both utterly bonkers:

BOOGOOLALA SHOWGISE (Years 3&4)

There’s often a theme that runs through idiots we create in these events. One of those themes is bins. We’ll get to that. When Boogoolala (which is a boys’ name, by the way) was a child, he went shopping with his mummy and bought a set of clothes. It was a nice set of clothes, admittedly, but not nice enough to be the only  set Boogoolala would ever wear. Now he’s 23 years old, and struggling in the clothes department. That tiny shirt and incredibly stinky sock are the only remnants of that original outfit. The rest have long-since rotted away or been eaten by mice. Now, the bin. Boogoolala’s house shares a back alley with a reputed burger chain in Corne-on-the-Kobb, which has ridiculously high standards. Any bun that’s cut unevenly, any patty too burnt at the edges, any lettuce with the wrong number of frilly bits, that burger gets chucked in the bin. So Boogoolala roots around in the bins for the tastiest rejects and sticks them to his legs instead of trousers. When he gets hungry, he plucks one off and munches away. And best of all, he’s never more than a square meal away from wearing shorts!

ALLIAH FLAPJACK (Years 5&6)

Alliah was making jelly with her dog. I don’t mean she was turning her dog into jelly, although that would be delicious. I mean Alliah’s dog was present at the moment of jellification. But she made one fatal mistake – she turned her whisk up one level too high. Before she knew it, she and her dog were covered in sloppy strawberry slurges of the stickly slime. Now, we all know that dogs hate jelly, right? So it’s no surprise that Alliah’s dog was so upset about the jelly that it bolted out of the kitchen, breaking the speed of sound (which made its ears fall off).

Alliah desperately wanted her dog back, so she constructed a simple dog-homing device. (You can try this at home if your dog’s ears fall off and you can’t find it. Unfortunately you can’t try it if your dog’s run away with its ears intact. Selfish.) Alliah took her dog’s favourite stick and stuck it to the leftover ear, then listened to the ear like you would with a conch shell. Now, when you listen to a conch shell you hear the sea, so if you’d listen to your dog’s ear you’d hear…your dog! Alliah’s set out on a big adventure, following the noise of her dog-homing device. Whether she finds it…well…that’s up to you!

Two great characters. But I’d like to know something. Which will happen first: Alliah finding her dog or Boogoolala forking out on a new pair of trousers? And who do you like best?

AND STICK AROUND UNTIL NEXT MONDAY FOR ‘ASK CASPER – THE ANSWERS’

Exciting!

As if you needed them, here are some more idiots!

Bob Higglebottom (Hanwell Fields Community School)

Who’d want a miniature golf course folded up in their bag? Bob Higglebottom, that’s who. Bob gets bored sometimes, so he dons a caveman outfit, jumps inside his own ManBag and plays a quick round of golf. He also has his name written on his clothes in fur, in case he forgets who he is. Bob also wears a tiny tiny Santa hat on his head, a sign that he likes Christmas, but only a bit.

Rusula Tooting-Corvesch (Papplewick School)

Rusula is an artist. But she’s no ordinary artist, oh no. Bored with the oh-so conventional painting and drawing, she threw herself (quite literally, in some cases) into her work, experimenting with all sorts of ridiculous techniques. She’s strung pillows to her knees, a simple but effective method in painting broad brushes of colour with ones legs (as long as you don’t mind getting your pillows all painty). Perhaps most importantly, she’s developing a disgusting new technique involving that bag of conkers she’s carrying. She eats them, which of course is dangerous because they’re a bit poisonous and not really very tasty. Then she throws them up onto her canvas (I didn’t promise Rusula was nice. It’s your fault for reading this bit if you’re insulted) and sells them to silly men who wouldn’t know a good drawing if it hit them in the face. (Rusula also does that, if you’re interested. She calls it Bruisism.)

Henglosobom Bob (William Patten School)

Everyone has five legs, right? Henglosobom Bob has five legs, and if anyone says that’s not normal he’ll have your eye out with his hat. Now Henglosobom’s got a problem. It’s baking summer, there’s a hosepipe ban and Henglosobom’s gone and broken his cold vein! That’s right, the vein that carries all the cold around your body has broken so he’s all hot and sweaty and generally not nice to be around. No worries though, because he’s enlisted the help of his trusty Icicat! That’s right, an Icicat is the answer to all your mid-summer needs. Keep him in the freezer* and take him with you on a sunny day. Icicat will keep you cool for up to 12 hours**! That’s a money-back guarantee!***

*Please do not keep your Icicat in the freezer.

**Min. 1 second, max. 12 hours.

***It’s not in any way a money-back guarantee. Please don’t buy an Icicat. Just get a normal one. They are fine and fluffy unless you get one of those bald ones, so don’t get them either unless you like bald ones. But honestly, who likes bald ones?

And that’s all I’ve got for now. Hope everyone’s found their idiot! If you can’t see yours, scroll down to have a look at my earlier posts.

Here we are! More great characters. If you’re on the site after one of last week’s visits, do stick around and say hello! I only bite if you’re sausages.

Bob Payne (Waycroft Primary School)

Bob Payne wears a dress. Bob Payne has a blue bob (geddit? Bob?) in the hair department. Bob Payne is holding an unassuming maggot with a grappling hook which has NOTHING TO DO WITH BOB BEING A SPY OR ANYTHING. Oh, OK. Bob’s a spy. He’s dressed up as a woman to spy on the pigeons in Corne-on-the-Kobb (pigeons are never scared of women). There’s a sinister twist however, when we find out who pulls the strings in this arrangement. Bob is ordered around by his cat, who HATES pigeons and all pigeon-related antics. Before waging all-out war on the pigeons, Bob has been enlisted to carry out a bit of deep-cover recon, as depicted above. Who knows what he’ll discover…

Sophie Lollipop o’ Doodle (St Martins Garden School)

You might have learned by now that there’re a good few idiots in Corne-on-the-Kobb. You won’t get a better example than Sophie. She owns a cow called DizzyLizzie, who (it seems) can float. But Sophie isn’t happy with just one cow, oh no. She’s been told that if you pull out your cow’s teeth, travel to a magical faraway place and plant the teeth in very fertile ground, you’ll grow a whole great batch of new cows in next year’s harvest. So off she goes, dressed up in a massive hot dog to keep her warm and attract the wolves away from her floating cow. There were some other things too about slides and wheels for legs, but I honestly don’t know if such incredible spumes of madness can be put into words.

More when I get them!

Phew, so I’m back from Spill the Ink! (Actually that’s a sort-of-lie. There’s one more event tomorrow in Stoke Newington.) I’ve got loads of great kids’ creations to upload and I’ll get to those over the next couple of days. For all you visiting this site there’s a couple of great links to follow where you can find out more about the book.

Firstly, here’s an interview I did for kids’ newspaper ‘First News’, the questions written by young reader Harry Lynn:

http://www.firstnews.co.uk/discover/first-news-interviews-ivan-brett-author-of-casper-candlewacks-in-death-by-pigeon-i724

Then there’s this feature on my book in National Geographic Kids magazine, featuring a fun video I did a few months ago introducing the book:

http://ngkids.co.uk/inside_scoop/1571/read__casper_candlewacks_in_death_by_pigeon_by_ivan_brett

Please have a look at those. I’ll be back tomorrow with some of the crazy characters my Spill the Ink kids made up. WHAT A FANTASTIC TOUR!

We all love free stuff, right? I certainly do. When I’m in Sainsbury’s and they have those little pots of cheese cubes on cocktail sticks I’ll keep going past with my trolley pretending I forgot something else on the other aisle. Then, once they start recognising me I’ll buy an array of funny hats (at great expense) for a foolproof disguise.

Anyway, free stuff. Right now on the new Tesco Kids’ Book Club website (which is very fresh and flashy, by the way!), you can read a short story involving Casper Candlewacks for the low, low price of ABSOLUTELY FREE. Check it out HERE!

Do rate and comment if you feel inclined, it all helps. While you’re there, read some of the other stories. A handful of great kids’ authors have written exclusive stories for the site, and they’re all brilliant! Have a read of Andy Stanton’s and Anthony McGowan’s at the very least.

If that whets your whistle, there’s also the first chapter of ‘Casper Candlewacks in Death by Pigeon!’ on my Amazon Page, all illustrated and looking lovely, for you to read. Scroll down below the picture of a kindle to the word ‘Extract’, or just click HERE .

Ooh, I’m enjoying posting all these links. It’s such fun.

What follows is the transcript of an actual letter that I actually sent to actual Willie Windsor and Kate Middleton (now the actual Duke and Duchess of Cambridge) a week or so before their wedding. Also enclosed was a copy of ‘Casper Candlewacks in Death by Pigeon!’, generously signed by the author (who is me). Enjoy:

Dear Wills ‘n’ Kate,

Can I call you Wills ‘n’ Kate? I feel like what with all the media attention we’ve been getting in recent weeks we’re practically on first-name terms. Well, hasn’t it been an exciting couple of months, what with your wedding and my book coming out…we really haven’t had a moment to ourselves, have we? The papers just haven’t shut up about what dress I might wear for the launch and how I’ll cope with the pressure of being second-in-line to the front of the Waterstones shelf.

Anyway, I’m writing for two reasons, really. Firstly, obviously, to congratulate you on the wedding. What wonderful news! (On that note, I know there’s barely a week until the big day but I still haven’t received that invite…sorry, I know it’s a little awkward, but could you get Charles to send another one?) But secondly, and most importantly if you don’t mind me saying, I need to apologise. You see, as you’ll no doubt have gathered by now, the very day before you walk down the aisle my very first children’s book, ‘Casper Candlewacks in Death by Pigeon!’, hits the shelves of all good bookshops. There’ll be parties in the street, riots outside every shop and champagne corks popping all over the place. The media’s so excited about plucky little Casper’s misadventures that there’s precious few column inches spare for your wedding. To be honest, I do feel a bit guilty. I mean, you’re a stonking couple and you deserve a lovely wedding, but it’s just a little unfortunate the big day had to fall so close to, oh go on I’ll say it, the social event of the year.

I won’t keep you long. I know you’ll have literally dozens of congratulatory letters to read and I’m certain you do read them all. You don’t want silly old me blathering on for pages on end about my literary exploits. I’ve enclosed a copy of my book as a sort of consolation present, and I hope you don’t hold it against me. I don’t know if you’re allowed to chop off heads any more but I really like mine and I’m planning to hold onto it for at least until the Olympics.

Ooh, I almost forgot. This is a kids’ book – don’t be insulted. I was thinking that maybe there’ll be a Mini-Widdleton to read the book to a couple of years down the line. (If this does happen, please skip pages 215-217 as they’re a little scary and I don’t want to mentally scar the third-in-line to the throne unless I really have to.)

Well, I’d best be off. I need to get down to Tesco’s by tea-time or I won’t have any milk, and you know what Tesco’s are like, they’ll probably only have 2-pinters and I don’t get through that much before the sell-by date. Sorry, I’m rambling. I do that.

Hugs ‘n’ Kisses,

Ivan Brett

Well, there you have it. If you do see my head rolling past you down the street and if it isn’t attached to my body, please spare a thought for my valiant efforts at appeasing the royal couple, and maybe buy a couple of copies of my book to commemorate the event.

p.s. For those of you who don’t believe I sent it, here’s proof:

…and the inscription: