Balls to Warwick.
The Nottingham correspondent and I had cause to visit Warwick a couple of weeks ago; our mission was to visit an architectural ironmongers and buy some forged hinges for a pine cupboard she had just bought.Even when I spent several months a little further down the M40, I rarely had cause to visit Warwick. I have always felt that the unholy trinity of Warwick, Leamington and Stratford was one to avoid unless absolutely necessary, as they seem entirely dedicated to separating Americans or expensive home-counties ladies from their cash, with little ceremony or reward.
Warwick was in the throes of a street fair, so the streets were clogged with fairground rides and 'hook the duck, win a dying goldfish' stalls. Despite my cynicism, there are several shops in Warwick that are worth a visit, my favourite used to be a second-hand guitar shop, which usually had one or two beautiful instruments. On our way to the shop (now sadly a shadow of its former self), we passed an interior design shop. As a designer, I can't resist looking at overpriced tat, and this establishment didn't disappoint. Apart from the faux french mirrors and indian candlesticks, they seemed to feature these strange balls.
Imagine, if you will, a basketball covered in astroturf. These were being marketed as an alternative to hanging baskets in these drought ridden days, no inconvenient watering required.
Forget that a green football hanging outside your house looks a tad peculiar. The enterprising gentleman, whose shop it appears to be, has managed to persuade several of the shops in the streets to sprout his balls (see ill.), judge for yourselves. Should you wish to know more about them, a discreet e-mail to me and I'll point you to the website (no name, no shame!).
posted by Lampy @ 11/09/2006 03:35:00 pm
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