Moshi and Mumtaz

Now, if you instantly know what a Moshi is I suspect you are a parent of a child aged somewhere between 5 and 10. Any younger they'll be into Peppa pig and Toy Story, any older they'll be into mooching around shopping centres, looking through their fringes and texting. My son is 9 and therefore right in the middle of the Moshi demographic. When on the laptop he'll be in his Moshi room, feeding his monster and completing his daily challenge. His school bag always has a wee bag full of frighteningly overpriced plastic Moshi figures. Basically, he loves it as so do all of his mates.
Today we went to the National Media museum that was about to finish its February month of Moshi activities. I like the Media museum: it has the original toys from Playschool and Rainbow. You can watch Pipkins in a pod and scare the crap out of modern kids: that programme was dark, man. I have to admit to a sense of trepidation about a day of Moshi monsters but it was pretty good.
The highlight was the clay animation workshop where my son made a Furi model and then animated it. I'm hugely impressed by his artistic vision which you can see it here: Moshi animation
He also got to do a trail based on Internet security, appear on a green screen TV animation and play on Moshi monsters. He loved it.
It wouldn't have been a trip to Bradford without a great curry and I finally (and pretty much by accident) found the legendary Mumtaz restaurant on Great Horton Road. Their food is utterly incredible: it is not even comparable with the bleak yellow slop so many British curry houses turn out. It's utterly delicious and we had a scrumptious and outrageously cheap lunch.
Moshi and Mumtaz. A surprisingly good combination.