I spotted a golliwog in a shop window. Haven't seen one of those for ages. We used to have one; a knitted doll that I asume mum or nan made. Didn't think much about it at the time, it was just a toy. My memory of the golliwog is mainly that of discussions about race and prejudice and Robertson's jam. Most of it went over my head at the time (the discussions, not the jam.) I wonder how long this one lasts in the shop window before an angry mob of middle class white white collar Australians start a riot. I am sure that if you gave the doll to a kid they would, after getting over the dissapointment of it not being a proper toy like an Xbox, think it is just a toy.In other lunchtime news, I broke the 17min barrier on the TecTrot today. And once again it damn near killed me.
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