A length of broomstick and an old book…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s dried fruit is the dark, brooding, but still surprisingly moist, fig.

It seems a while since we dipped into that well-thumbed old junk shop book, The 1954 Gadgets Annual; the original dust jacket is, I’m afraid, missing, and as the cover itself is rather drab, here is a picture of the title page instead:

DSCN3900This is from the time not long after World War II when times were hard, money was short, and people repaired things when the broke down rather than throwing them out and buying a new ones as we do today; they also made useful household items themselves, perhaps at a little makeshift bench out in their garden shed.
The Gadgets Annual and the Gadgets Magazine were packed full of useful ideas and schemes for improving one’s lifestyle – of course people didn’t have ‘lifestyles’ back then, they just lived. Today, let’s have a look at this very attractive item on page 7:

WP DSCN4103‘Albert?’
‘Yes my dear?’
‘Is that you singing?’
‘Yes, it is…’
‘Goodness me, you sound very cheerful! What are you doing?’
‘Well Madge, I’ve just finished glueing the pages of this old book together, look, it’s all going really well.’
‘But Albert, why would you want to… Oh… What book is that?…’
‘Oh, it’s alright, it’s just that old dictionary from years ago – we never look at it these days…’
‘Is it the one… the one that we keep the deeds of the house, our important papers, and that postal order for eight-pounds-four-shillings-and-sixpence, that came on Tuesday, that I was going to cash today at the post office, in?’
‘It’s going to be an unusual, and novel, table lamp Madge dear…’
‘And an expensive one Albert…’
‘Yes dear… What colour shade do you think it should have?…’




About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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