Saturday, 20 December 2008

Laura's December Miscellany

A quality addition to the streets of Oxford - 'Booty' - aimed at the 18-24 year old market, for whom it hosts home Botox parties. Guess it must be all that binge drinking that wrinkles them up so rapidly.

"The Bollard People". An epitaph to die for if ever there was one.

No business is complete without the company pet. Tax deductible.

There's lead on them thar roofs...

Former PM Margaret Thatcher as you've never seen her before. Scaring would-be marauders from scaling the walls of Dorchester-on-Thames Abbey.

So that's where all the chestnuts went this Christmas.

If you ask me British Victorian biscuit company Fox's have gone to the dogs! S&M biscuits indeed! As if life isn't punishing enough.

Why do 'orange inclusions' keep me awake at nights? Not unlike orange smarties.

'It's all about the potato' folks!


teeni said...

Goodness there are some funny things there! But also some scary things - holy cow - that Margaret Thatcher head scared me to pieces. I would hate to have to look up and see that overhead! I guess the potato chip people forgot that it should be all about the customer!

Wisewebwoman said...

I just have to say it before it chokes me:
Bollox to Bollards.
There. I feel better.
Oh Maggie as gargoyle. Loves it.

Steve said...

Are the Heritage Potatoes sponsored by the National Trust by any chance?

Reluctant Blogger said...

My sons love those bollards that go up and down. They hunt them down and wait for a van to go through and make them sink into the ground - then they stand on them and go up with them. Bad boys. I have done it myself occasionally and it is rather fun.

Brother Tobias said...

Entertaining miscellany - thanks Laura. I guess it's not what we look at, but what we see.

Rol said...

When I was a kid, I always dreamed of being a Bollard Person.

Another dream unfulfilled...

Tessa said...

I've been known to rail about people with the iq of traffic bollards, but I never knew there actually were bollard people. We live and learn. Wonder what their iq is... LOVE the Maggie gargoyle!

The Sagittarian said...

I guess it's too much to hope for that Maggie Thatcher will actually end up like that for real? Either that of whipped by Fox's?

Nota Bene said... funny my comment below ended up as a posting on my blog, rather than a comment on yours. Oh the mysteries of "not my fault"

What a wonderful collection...a veritable hamper of observations...I'd love a cat in my window if I had a shop...

KAZ said...

Cats are so good at being cats.
They just do what they do - and that includes sitting in sunny windows.

The Poet Laura-eate said...

Yep Teeni I was surprised to see old Maggie glaring down at me!

It's a load of old bollards if you ask me WWW.

Steve, I see a potential tie-in there! Must be lots of NT cafes they could monopolise.

RB - your sons need help. And so do you!

BT - one day I fear bloggers will kill each other in the melee to photograph weird signs and objects first!

Rol - we can only dream!

Tessa, since they tried to tell me that photographing their van contravened the data protection act I suspect that their IQ is a mere point or two above that of a bollard actually. Once I explained I was admiring their graphic design (also true), they were more than happy to let me snap away!

Sagittarian - methinks it would not take much to turn Maggie to stone - a change of wind direction perhaps.

NotaBene - I love business pets too and think most of them must lead a charmed life with all that attention and company.

Kaz, yes no one else can be a cat. I've tried and failed many times.