Oxford's Story Museum is, it has to be said, somewhat haphazard. Crawlers battle it out amongst pre-teens and the in-betweens for space near the front. What any of the surrounding rooms or themes are about, God only knows.
But actually the museum is a great resource for embattled parents on a rainy Saturday. To us, whose childers are facing a Roald Dahl onslaught at school and in the cinema, Anthony Pedley's faithful adaptation of the author's favourite story is indeed, very educational.
It offers a new 'view' of the well-loved tale, which may enhance the child's understanding of the book with well-timed audience participation and concept questions framing the readings and acting. The actor tells me he adapted this one man show with director David Wood from the stage play in which he played the title role in the early 90's. In other words, Pedley is the proverbial 'professional' BFG. And despite this being his one thousand, seven hundred and forty eighth performance he still seems as fresh as a daisy!
He tells me, as I admire his props, that these too are the originals from that time. My daughter was a bit disappointed that Sophie was not as real life as the BFG but she greatly enjoys seeing the illuminated frobscottle, giant snozzcumbers and whizzpopping sound effects.
I can imagine Dahl looking down from on high with a smile of approval on this performance. Whereas, and apologies to Spielberg for this, but I can't think we could say the same for his recent film.