There I was, sat in a major high street jewellers trying on wedding rings for the forthcoming nuptials, my attention was dragged away from the job in hand by a collection of the worst taste timepieces I have ever seen in my life.
And I've seen a few.
Twee little bells and cherubs, flashing LEDs, and - of course - the on-the-hour performance, which drives the poor people in the shop up the wall and to the brink of murder.
People, I am led to believe, actually buy these things and PUT THEM IN THEIR HOMES.
I want one.
Just checking out the cost and... OH MY BUGGERY! They're Four Hundred of your Earth Pounds, All Capitalised.
The one above is called "Petals and Pixies". And of course you want to see another one don't you?This is "Melodies in Motion Ballroom Dancers"
Apologies for the poor grammar and use of random capitals. The shock of this discovery has left me quite unable to type properly.