Not that I was thinking of getting the
importers name, we spotted these on a counter as we removed ourselves swiftly
from the venue to a local hostelry, for a pint, so I grabbed a few shots in
passing, as you don't often see Bullyland
these days?
Three Disney
princesses and a . . . err . . . a 'Prince' - although he could use a dentist,
and would benefit from a hat! There's nothing to choose between these and other
makers in the same sizes/materials, but a passable alternative to Schleich, Papo or even (and increasingly) Phidal.
And as I've said before; these will all paint-up as wild-west 'belles' (well;
not the Beast - obviously!) with no problems at all.
A couple more and some bad-girls! I ought
to do a guide to all the princesses, as you are supposed to be able to tell
them from their dress colour . . . a word to the wise; never date a princess
who wears the same dress for scripted days, weeks or - if magicked asleep -
decades. I know Napoleon wanted his a bit 'ripe' but eeeuwe!
I hate these two squeaky bleeders! I really
hate them, I hated them as a kid, and I'll still hate them on my deathbed.
Oozing in mawkish sentimentality, slathered-on like Nutella, but without the nice aftertaste, they represent to me -
harbingers of the end of days; Warhol'ian self-cannibalism through
junk-culture, bread & high-pitched circus! Nice figures though!
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