pony moroni

For Christmas I got 'Jack Duckworth's Wind-Up Racing Pigeons'. One lacked a foot, so racing was out of the question. I was inconsolable.

My Mum received the least likely present for a woman in her seventies - a Twilight-themed gift box of shower gels and body lotions. The guy who gave it to her presumably thought Twilight was just another designer brand like Hugo Boss, and mistook the three protagonists pictured on the box for the kind of vacant hollow-eyed models you see in perfume ads. The confusion is understandable - Dave drew my attention to an ad on the TV in which Ralph Lauren was trying to sell something called 'the Big Pony Collection' to men. Is that how men like to see themselves nowadays? As big ponies? Yeah, me and me mates, we're just a bunch of ponies really. Big ponies though. You should see us prancing down the High Street...

Or is it that designers think they can get away with anything as long as it has their name on it? I mean, why not go the whole hog and call it the My Little Pony Collection (including bubble bath)? Are the Care Bears due for a revival?

Heidi got a teddy bear from my Mum which she instantly named 'Teddison'. It was almost as if she was earmarking him for a butler.