A few weeks ago I saw an article on 'another' website and they had a thing where a journalist went
off to Pixar Studios for a wander around. It looked like a bloody lovely place,
full of dreams and wonder and those little aliens off of Toy Story.
Seriously - the 'Visitor' security passes they make people wear have a picture of those aliens and say 'A STRANGER FROM THE OUTSIDE!' on them, which is so brilliant I'm sat here grinning like an idiot as I type this.
It made me want to visit. And, by chance, I am going to be
in San Francisco in September on holiday. San Francisco is where Pixar's
studios are.
Imagine that! What with me being a sort-of journalist, I figured
they might let me in too.
So, being the cheeky git that I am, I dropped an email to
their PR team, asking if I could come and look around, frolic with the Monsters
from Monsters Inc and generally act like a giant kid on a never-ending sugar
high. I wanted to tell them personally how Toy Story 3 made me cry, twice, and
how that almost never happens to me. (The bit in the furnace, where they hold
hands, and then at the end where, oh god...with the young girl and the…oh no….SNIFF)
And I wanted to politely ask them to stop making Cars films (You are still reading an article by a grown man).
I sent it off about a week ago, with fingers, toes, arms,
legs, eyes and testicles crossed. Today, they replied with this:
Dear Chris,
Thank you for contacting Pixar Animation Studios.
We would like to thank you for your request. Unfortunately, we must decline.
We wish you the best of luck and we are sorry we cannot provide you with a more favourable answer.
Sincerely,
Thank you for contacting Pixar Animation Studios.
We would like to thank you for your request. Unfortunately, we must decline.
We wish you the best of luck and we are sorry we cannot provide you with a more favourable answer.
Sincerely,
The Pixar Publicity Team
But no, they were lovely. I'll get there one day.
ONE DAY.
Words by Chris Welsh (A grown man).
