Category archives: Toys/Manky Toys
O the goodly years that might have been — now desolate and bare!
After recently revisiting the retro/manky charms of “Old Maid” and its catalogue of ineligible bachelors, I did a quick search to see how the Old Maid herself, that icon of socially-unacceptable spinsterism, had fared down the years. The resulting image… continue reading »
To see a world in an old maid’s glasses, and heaven in a motorist’s slacks…
So there we were, Betty Octopus and I, in a newsagent queue. All ready to buy the reasonably-priced jellies and chocolate and water that we planned to sneak into an afternoon showing of Black Swan (like the mad, thrifty bastards… continue reading »
Feet that Dance Beneath the Moon In Fairy Jollity: The 2010 Manky Toy Show – Live!
(Scene: The interior of a modest semi-detached house. The décor is fussy, chintzy and predominantly brown. The general air is one of mildew and despair. Christmas decorations have been placed hither and yon in a bid to lift some portion… continue reading »
Aaah! The Manky Toy Show is Dead!
Well…no, not really. Due to bits and bobs (and a toddler who’s a mite pukey) tomorrow night’s scheduled Manky Toy Show is hereby postponed. We’ll meet, instead, on Saturday, 18th December, at 9 P.M. Spread the news around. And stop… continue reading »
I See you When You’re Sleeping: 7 Days to Mankageddon…
Frozen, sad-eyed, defeated people of Ireland. Prepare to ignite your dormant pleasure centres. Ready yourselves for giddy fun-times. I come (like a bearded man with a magical sack) to inject hope back into your (Yuk!) collapsed veins. One week from… continue reading »
I Won Me a Dollar/Send Me Your Mank
Filth pays. It previously secured me a glorious, limited edition badge, and now it has actually won me cash money (courtesy of filth-encourager, Jane Ruffino). In related news, my 1,400 page magnum-humpus, The Insatiable Necrophilic Blood Lusts of Saint Teresa… continue reading »
Fear Factor and Killing Power
Look, I know that Top Trumps, as a game, has most likely always been shit – interminable, tedious and requiring practically no skill whatsoever – but I can’t wholly shake an enduring affection for it. Or the cards, as objects,… continue reading »
Upon Death’s Purple Altar: The 2009 Manky Toy Show – Live!
(Curtain draws back to reveal…not a stage, but bare concrete walls atop a bare concrete floor. On this floor are two bins. In Bin A sits “The Man” – an emaciated figure sporting a sick-stained tailcoat, a battered top-hat, and… continue reading »
