Having been back to Chief Trading Post, I can confirm that the price is in fact an eye-watering (and oddly specific) £12,312.86.
Chief Trading Post also claims, rather dubiously in my opinion, that the bronze is a "Lady Coffee Table, Lyling (sic) Sexy". I don't doubt the Lyling Sexy bit, but it's far from clear where you'd balance your coffee.
While we were there I purchased a tropical fishy mobile/windchime thing (£2) for Brit Jnr's room. I asked the assistant how often people bought the large, sexy bronzes. "Not that often," she admitted. "It's always a bit of a surprise when someone wants one, to be honest."
Damn you for cutting off part of a nipple! Remind me never to hire you for the erotic photoshoot I have planned.
ReplyDeleteWas I due to photograph or model?
ReplyDeleteIt's the sort of thing Jacko was buying in the Bashir documentary, perhaps kiddy fondlers have a thing about large faux bronze burdz.
ReplyDeleteThe price reminds me of the Earls Court boat show some time ago...£850,777.50, I asked the sales operative why "it's when you add in the VAT" was the response, in a snooty, offhand sort of way. Rounding off was not a process that they were familiar with I gather.
'Ere, just done some sums, that's £6,156.43 per knocker
And apparently the VAT per nipple is £916.92.
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I think your bronze tart has acquired a green patina since your last shot. Bound to happen of course. I hope appropriate disclaimers are in place or there may be some disappointed customers come the rainy season.
ReplyDeleteYes indeed Gaw, just like M&S apple tarts.
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty sure that nipples are zero-rated (essential item), but the frilly pants are definitely VATable.
ReplyDeleteWhy Bristol?
ReplyDeleteI wonder if this is the farthest west the poor old girl can travel. Originally cast in, perhaps, South Korea, she's travelled west over the years as locals throughout Asia and eventually Eastern Europe have recoiled in horror and shifted her on to the next town up the road. Now she's being gently salted by the Atlantic, waiting for an entrepreneur to sell her to the Mayor of Flagstaff, Arizona, as the only genuine Roman-era bronze of Boadicea ever found.
What's your definition of tart?
ReplyDeleteThanks Brit. I can't think of any other blog that would provide me with that information.
ReplyDeleteTart...any woman dying her hair peroxide blonde = 1955 to 1965
ReplyDeleteTart...your girlfriend, Londoners only = 1945 to 1970
Tart...halfway down the plod's list of jailable abusive language...1997 to 2010
Tart...Mr Kipling makes exceedingly good ones...1965...?
Tart...the tone of Peters book about Tone n' Gordon.
Worthy of Webster's, Malty. I don't think I can add anything to that, Z.
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