Sunday, 14 March 2010

Retail taxidermy

I came across this (below) here. It's our neighbourhood taxidermist. Yesterday, I saw a baboon in their window. Shop window + interest = impulse buy?



H/t Touching from a Distance.

7 comments:

zmkc said...

I know that shop - my brother in law said he was going to buy us something big from there. Australian customs would have plenty to say when the parcel arrived. I can see it now.

dearieme said...

I saw an electrician's van yesterday. "Ohm Improvements".

worm said...

ahh...good old get stuffed - I love that shop! I always wanted a badly stuffed pet dog, but have never found a woman who would let me keep one next to the fireplace. Can't think why

Kevin Musgrove said...

The consensus within my family was that my hallway really needed a stuffed gorilla. Luckily, humanitarian principles, lack of money and lack of opportunity scotched that one.

Gaw said...

Zmkc: But why import when you have so much more interesting candidates for stuffing? My son who has an Australia obsession would love a 'roo.

Dearieme: Based down in Ampshire, no doubt. Watt wit - can't volt them, really.

Worm: I'm still haunted by your badly-stuffed blog post.

Re your ambition, I imagine the objection arises because of the fire hazard. If you're going to propose a position next to the fireplace can I suggest stuffing the creature with fire-retardant foam?

worm said...

good idea gaw - then it could double as a fender. may have to look into this more

zmkc said...

There is the story of the taxidermist who goes into a pub in the outback. Three local drovers notice the stranger in their midst. One is delegated to go to the bar and get the next round and ask him who he is. He tells them he's a taxidermist, 'Yeah, but what do you do?' the local asks, 'what did you do today, what did you do yesterday, what'll you do tomorrow?' 'Well yesterday I stuffed an emu, today I stuffed a koala and tomorrow I'll stuff a kangaroo,' the man explains. The drover goes back to his mates. 'What did he say? Who is he? What's he do?' they ask. 'Well he says he's a taxidriver, but I reckon he's a drover like the rest of us.'