…in cases where “special” is a euphemism for challenged. Just check this lot out.
Some of my personal favourites:
- Grace (“Anatomically correct, just like a real baby!”) No, I don’t think so. I find it hard to believe that she poos greeny-black slime on your hands and keeps you up all night with colic.
- Helena (“This stylish lady is meeting her friends for High Tea and she’d love you to come along.”) Surely she should be called Emily?
- The fact that there’s a separate Elvis section – but sadly no Elvis Presley Dambusters Clock Plate of Tutankhamen.
I’ve just had a groundbreaking investigative report published at the excellent NiceCupOfTeaAndASitDown.com. Newsnight, here I come…
A great bit of 1950s futurology here. I particularly like the use of a helm from a Soviet frigate and the rakishly-mounted TV screen – the latter presumably for porn.
It’s a sad day when the Lego recreation is more exciting than the real thing. Still, you know what they say: What’s the difference between Hayden Christiansen and some Lego? One’s a lifeless piece of plastic devoid of dramatic potential or human expression… [insert punchline here]
