De do-do-do, de da-da-da

PR’s a funny old world.

I’m not sure which other profession you’d hear yourself asking the question, “You don’t do Dodo doo-doo in here then, do you?”

I’m at Blackgang Chine on the Isle of Wight.  It’s my long overdue return trip there (I reckon it was around 56 and three quarter years ago the last time I was here…when I was nearly four).

The sun is shining, families are out enjoying themselves, kids on the Cliff Hanger are screaming, and I’m fully suit-and-booted – and being taken on a guided tour of Pirate Cove, Dinosaur Land and the Valley of the Dodos.

(You can already see where I’m going with this now, can’t you).

I’ve just (quite literally) bumped into Sheila, the frighteningly realistic female dinosaur, who is being taken on a tour of the park by her keeper.  And I’m about to head through the gift shop for a much needed cuppa in the Ship Ashore tearooms.

“We sell Dodo doo-doos and Dino doo-doos in here,” my guide tells me.  “They’re chocolate, you know, and the kids love ’em”.

And it’s as we’re queuing-up, scribbling into my notebook and waiting to put in our order for tea, that I hear myself asking that question.  It wasn’t aimed at anyone in particular.

And certainly not at the Chef who I’d just been introduced to.

“No, sir.  We don’t.  But people say our fruit scones are quite nice.”

Blackgang Chine is the oldest theme park in the UK.

They calling it “the land that never grows old”.

I’m loving that.  What a shame PRs do.  Do.