In which I go Christmas shopping and meet Santa!

Originally posted December 19th, 2007.

So, I head into Norwich to do some Christmas shopping, and who should I meet?

Santa at Jarrolds

It’s Santa! Not just any Santa, but Playmobil’s Santa! Doesn’t he look cheery as he shills for some other Santa’s grotto? To be honest, I think he looks a bit uncomfortable, but I suppose he has to pay for all those holidays in Tahiti somehow. Luckily I met him again after his shift.

Santa is free!

There now, he’s much happier! Not only has he shed that horrible tinsel sandwich board, but he has spotted an advert for a new Scalextric set. Perhaps he’s going to put one of them in my stocking this year! Anyway, we chatted for a little while, to the disconcert of passers-by, then he gave me a cheery wave, and we parted company.

Santa was not the only Playmobil representative at large.

Mr Owl and friends

It’s that regular X-Entertainment calendar fixture, Mr Owl! I asked him for some news of our friends, but he just muttered something about not getting any lines this year, and scowled at me. I tried to have a word with his park ranger friend, but unfortunately my French isn’t terribly good, so we didn’t get very far.

Playmobil spy

Ostensibly, this chap seems to be some sort of pilot. But what is this? He is standing by the lego section, with a briefcase. That is no pilot, but a playmobil spy! I had caught him in the act, and he stood frozen in fear until I got bored and wandered off. I hold him personally responsible for what seems to be a Norwich-wide Lego shortage. All I could find were large sets, with little variety. I was looking for some small ones to use as stocking-stuffers for the non-existent nephews and nieces I use to explain to cute shop assistants why I’m buying toys.

I did buy one small thing for myself in the end. I imagine it’ll make an appearance on these pages before too long at all. Little Al has been quite quiet and thoughtful the past few days, which usually means something fell is afoot!

Skeletor does not like to feel good.

Yes, I know I post this clip every year, but for me nothing says Christmas like Skeletor. The He-man Christmas special is the epitome of everything a cartoon Christmas special should be about.

How’s the holidays going for everyone out there? I have my Dad down to visit for a few days, and he’s keeping me pretty busy! It’s the first time I’ve ever hosted anyone over the Christmas break, and it does feel rather odd, indeed. I’ll have to cook Christmas dinner, instead of having my customary nap! Another one of those rites of passage that I hear so much about, I guess.

A Message From Little Al

Good day to you, peasants!

Little Al Playmobil2

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Cha Cha Cha Chia!!!

Long term readers will know I spent some of my formative years in Indiana, watching far more US television than is now considered healthy. This would explain why when I woke up this morning, I felt a sudden urge to own one of these:

I’m moving on Thursday, from this tiny flat on the edge of a hellmouth to a little terraced house on the other side of Norwich. It would be nice, now I’ll have more space, to have a bit more greenery about my home. And what could be greener than a Chia? Sure, I could get some pot plants, but they lack pizazz. Anyone know where I can find Chia for sale in the UK? Do they even make them any more? Any of the types in the advert would do, except for the tree. Why would you go to the trouble of inventing a growable pet, only to shape it into the form of a plant? Such a Chia rebels against its own nature. Weak sauce, Chia tree, weak sauce….