Wrap up tightly for this one. It is gonna burn like a case of hot pie (hot pie!) cold custard.
What is going on with toys for kids? If you ask Old Man Kevvers what he ‘ad when ‘ee were a lad he’d tell you that it was a drawing of a stick on the pavement, drawn in coal dust, and each morning it would blow away before he had a chance to play with it. Times were different in the 18th century or whenever Old Man Kevvers was around.
If you’ve ever had the misfortune to wander into a Smyths toy store then your eyes would be greeted by huge corridors of wall-to-wall dustbin fodder. They will stick a goofy face on anything and charge you fifty quid for the privilege, and your kids and your little sisters and your nieces and your cousins all want this steaming pile of excrement in their houses. Let’s take a look at some of the choices you have from my recent excursion to a toy shop with Professor Reuben:
- Has your child or small relation recently been turned to stone by Medusa? Are you wondering what to get them for their birthday now that they have no pulse? Take a look at the Zipline Play Set for the recently petrified. All the fun of flying through the air on a piece of plastic. Make sure not to push them too hard otherwise they’ll shatter on the ground. Also works for those pesky ghosts refusing to pass into the next life.
- Q: Where can we put something in an animal that isn’t provocative or sexy? A: In its mouth. Let me present you with the Number Crunching Squirrel! Put a piece of plastic in its mouth and watch it choke to death in the name of light entertainment. Jam disc after disc of brightly-coloured coins into Chip or Dale’s food pipe. It might play a song or add the numbers together, I don’t know, I was too horrified to find out.
- I couldn’t walk past this without laughing. I’m very immature.
It was these three items as far as the eye could see. They are your ONLY options for future purchases. Break out the Kunst-Dose!
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I have three doses of Kunst please.
I google translated Kunst-Dose and it means, Art-Dose. Does art come in doses in Germany? Is it prescribed by chemists?
The only way you can get art in Germany is through a well-regimented prescription service as there were instances of art overdoses in the early 21st century. The service was put in place to stop this happening again.
Have you ever looked at too many paintings and lost your shit?
It’s true. Germans regard our free, unrestricted access to art galleries in much the same way we find it hard to understand why Swiss children are given smack from the age of six.
I once woke up after a 72 hour bender of Franco-Prussian paintings and couldn’t remember a thing.
Exactly. That’s why art is much safer when it’s administered in a measured dose.
Anyway, all this art talk is overlooking the fact that I want a go on the ceramic gnome zipline.
If only David Bowie’s Big Boy Runaround was still a thing, it’s the kind of thing he would introduce for everyone to enjoy.
I miss you, David Bowie, and your Big Boy Runaround.
I used to have a David Bowie’s Big Boy Runaround teatowel. I’m pretty sure it had a picture of a creepy child statue zipline on it.
Whatever happened to your David Bowie’s Big Boy Runaround teatowel? Did it disintegrate like the piece of cheaply-made trash it was?
It… might have gone through the wash and become a runny black mess.
That’s okay. It was never meant to last. It was a fitting tribute to the great thing that never was.
And also the big boy himself, Mr DB Seventies Space Granddad Davids Bowies.
In tribute to the
dementeddeceased tea towel, I did have a bit of a big boy runaround in the flat.
Where was the tea towel whilst all this was happening? Previous flat or current flat?
Previous previous flat. Those were the days. With my runny Bowie and my bottomless views of a spike.
It’s good that you have a copy of ‘Clockstoppers’ on DVD to share and a stick outside the window now.
Yes. Yes, that’s certainly… what I have.
You have that. You don’t get to keep it but you have a share in it. If you want your own copy all you have to do is say so, sonny jim boy lad boy jim son.
No, thank you. I absolutely don’t. Steve’s copy is more, MORE, than enough for both of us.
You’re right, and those DVDs aren’t cheap you know. I have to shake out of a couple of pennies from me savings jar to cover that bad boy.
I’ll put one aside for you at Christmas. I wouldn’t want you to get jealous of Steve’s copy.
Thanks mate. That’ll certainly add some much needed plastic to mix with all the wrapping paper in the December recycling collection.