As a father, it’s little surprise that I love childrens’ clothes. I’m very enthusiastic about Mini Giants ‘ collection, even if some of the pieces are a little on the pricey side (£40 for a T-shirt that will inevitably end up covered in assorted food, sick and the detritus of childhood seems bananas).
Fantastic video footage of London from 1927. … Bloody hell, that’s older than my nan (well she doesn’t have a birth certificate, but we reckon she was born in 1930).
Childrens’ illustrator Marc Boutavant’s work is delicious , like a toasted cheese sandwich.
Throughout my childhood my mother and grandmother would endlessly take off-cuts of plants to nurture at home, or give away to friends and family. The Osusowake planting system could have been made for them.
The zoomable map is an intriguing idea. OK, so it’s not very practical, and it’s a poor substitute for a phone with mapping technology, but it’s innovative nonetheless.
Gil Scott-Heron’s first release of original material in many years is suitably dark and oppressive, from an artist that’s been battling his inner demons for the best part of four decades.
The Casio Databank watch is so deliciously space-age (circa 1975) that it stinks of Buck Rogers’ perineum.
We entered a raffle at a charity event last September, and, joy of joys, we’ve finally received our prize, a Philips HR1366 hand blender. … Despite not being a Catholic, or even slightly religious, I felt compelled to telephone Pope Ratzinger immediately to tell him the exciting news.
British artist Ione Rucquoi’s portfolio demonstrates that she’s a nutcase of the highest order, but hey, she’s a talented nutcase.
The Happy Daschund Lamp is… well… really quite happy. I’d love to import one into the UK, were it not for the fact that it’d most likely be a fire hazard due to the difference in voltage.