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No Fixed Abode, Home Counties, United Kingdom
I’m a 51-year-old Aspergic CAD-Monkey. Sardonic, cynical and with the political leanings of a social reformer, I’m also a toy and model figure collector, particularly interested in the history of plastics and plastic toys. Other interests are history, current affairs, modern art, and architecture, gardening and natural history. I love plain chocolate, fireworks and trees but I don’t hug them, I do hug kittens. I hate ignorance, when it can be avoided, so I hate the 'educational' establishment and pity the millions they’ve failed with teaching-to-test and rote 'learning' and I hate the short-sighted stupidity of the entire ruling/industrial elite, with their planet destroying fascism and added “buy-one-get-one-free”. I also have no time for fools and little time for the false crap we're all supposed to pretend we haven't noticed, or the games we're supposed to play. I will 'bite the hand that feeds' to remind it why it feeds.

Saturday, July 1, 2017

C is for Crooning Liver'blokes

Or: M is for More Insects!

There was some anniversary the other day, a photograph book of some kind I believe, I wasn't following the minutiae of the business but I believe it involved that popular Merseyside beat-combo from the sixties - init'bluuurrd!

You see these (or - more usually - part sets of them) on evilBay from time to time and having covered most of the other examples of the plastic plectrum pluckers here at small scale musician's world; I leapt at the chance to shoot this set of bobble-headed, flat-fringed, suited & booted, boy-band'ers.

A tad fuzzy, I'm afraid; much as I remember their output! It's a bit like trying to photograph insects! "♫♪Whay-hey we're the . . .♪♫ ", oh-no - they were monkeys weren’t they!

You could almost use them as pencil tops, but they are quite heavy, so only advisable if you wanted your handwriting to read like one of Donald's tweets . . . WTF? The man's a loon, they elected a loon to the highest office in the land!

The only reason you can't hear the world laughing at the OOH-KAY is because they're laughing louder at the OOH-ess-AY!

Oi, Macca! There's a song in there somewhere?

Thanks to Adrian of Mercator Trading for allowing me to photograph these.

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