My 1st Traffic Jam Puzzle

[Picture of children's toy box: my first traffic jam puzzle]MY FIRST TRAFFIC JAM PUZZLE.

That’s what it says on the box.

Yes, things are that bad, and getting worse it would seem. Is there a grand plan to prepare children for inevitable traffic jams in later adult life?

Is there a grand plan perhaps to sell children a series of traffic jam puzzles? This is MY FIRST traffic jam puzzle — and that suggests the possibility of a second, third and who-knows how many more.

On further consideration, it is possible that the puzzle is “why have we got traffic jams”?  How much fun would it be to consider all the options to transport and travel for the 21st century. Yes, what a fun toy!

I don’t know about you, but this – whatever it is — does not immediately strike me as an absolutely brilliant idea for a children’s toy or game.  Things are definitely getting worse when someone can successfully pitch their idea about a puzzle for children based on traffic congestion.

Looking again at the box, I see that it could be that the entire reason for the traffic jam could be the child driving the big green tractor.  How hilarious! The child can play at being responsible for road rage and disgruntled commuters for the FIRST time! My, oh my; what kind of monsters are we trying to create here?


Smelly, Cheap, Chubby Baby!

[Picture of Tesco's Chubby-baby Smell me doll baby]CHUBBY BABY IS BAD ENOUGH, BUT “SMELL ME”?

It makes one wonder what substances toy makers must abuse to come up with such ridiculousness!

Honestly, things are getting worse when the supermarket shelves are filled with cheap, fat, smelly baby dolls.

[Double click on the image to enlarge].

Why Pay?

[Picture of Toy Trucks that advertise Tesco]TARGET THE CHILDREN!

You may recall that in our post entitled, “Power Message” from back in February 2008, we railed against toys that got brand names across to children.

Well, this is similar, but instead of pretend Black and Decker or Bosch tools, we have the supermarket (and its message) directly involved.

Click on the picture to enlarge.  You can buy a toy truck that says “You Shop We Drop” or “Why Pay More?”.

Things are getting worse when subliminal advertising is aimed at the children of the poor.

Spin The Bottle?


The idea is to drink some alcohol, then use the empty bottle in a game.  Everyone forms a circle and the bottle is laid down and spun.  It eventually comes to rest pointing at someone.  This is the selection process.  What happens next depends on all sorts of things — use your imagination; it’s an alcohol and hormone driven game of chance!

The first thing that occurred to me when I came across this “game” in a toy shop, was that it was too risqué for kids.  Then I  realised that it taught them the game, that it “formalised” it.

Things are getting worse when people can even think of buying such a thing — think people! All you need to play this game is some imagination and a bottle –there is NO NEED TO BUY A SPECIAL “SPIN THE BOTTLE” BOTTLE!

Good grief!

Football Racket

[Expensive football at Tesco]EXPLOITATION. That’s all it is really.

With the summer apparently due any time now, I decided I would buy a football as a gift. Imagine my horror to see that footballs are for sale in my local Tesco supermarket at £20 each!

Yes! Twenty Pounds Sterling. Click on the picture to enlarge and see the price tag.

[More expensive balls at Tesco]This is unbelievable. I searched for cheaper footballs, and found some at £17.00 — three quid cheaper — why?

Most of the more expensive ones did not appear to have any branding or designer logos, and they weren’t made of leather or pigskin with an inner tube or anything fancy. Nope. these balls were straightforward plastic footballs with a valve — how can the price be justified?

Most of what you get for your money is air! Plastic and air for twenty quid! five balls for £100! Fifty balls for a grand. This is madness!

  • I really pity parents – especially single-parents; it must be so much more expensive to raise children nowadays compared with when I was growing up. We could buy a football with pocket money, but with a ball costing around £20.00, one has to ask how much pocket money do they get?

To be frank, I was expecting a football for boys to kick about the park to cost about a pound — maybe even as high as £3 or £4 for something branded or fancy in some way — but I was not prepared for the shock of £20.00! What a money-spinning racket!

Things are certainly getting worse! Needless to say, I didn’t bother buying that football — I would have had to pay it up in instalments!

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