In the Business of Cards
The internet, with all its magical ability to make something out of nothing, can sometimes be rather limited in its lack of physicality. It’s getting there, what with bar code scanners and wifi on your phone, but it still doesn’t quite replace a little bit of paper with all your personal bits on. These personal bits are then used to lure people in and seduce them into buying whatever it is you have on offer, so they had better be well presented. Having spent an oddly satisfying morning scraping crumbs out of cracks in the toaster I decided to attack the next job on the pre-food-festival list and rustle up some business cards. My experience in business (season 1 of Mad Men) has taught me that they are indispensable, and personal experience has taught me...
Bottle Green
In the world of fabric things are done differently to the solid, mechanical world of automotive paint. I will say this in their favour though, they are not nearly as flowery and new-age as wall paint. The Beast, long may it thunder, is bedecked in deep Brunswick green. This colour has a rich history of outraging anoraks (I did my research, feel free to browse this delightful site for further information) and protecting large lumps of metal from the fiercest of British weathers. It’s a colour that drinks ale, wears a flat cap and knows about gardening. Bottle green is its fabric translation. When trawling the net for someone who could make Jabberwocky clothing, this was the option. Fabulous, we can live with that, proceed for a few clicks, swivel some logos...
Being Excited about Stickers
The last time I remember being this excited about stickers was when my friend and I swore to collect every single one in the generic-horse-riding-stickers-specifically-targeted-at-11-year-old’s-pocket-money collection. It is my firm belief to this day that sticker numbers 34 and 18 never existed; but that is not up for thoughtful analysis and subsequent irate letter-writing today. Today we celebrate that the Beast has finally come into his own and has the livery he always wanted. Not only that, but after getting cooker-rage out of my system in a therapeutic blog post last Friday, it turns out that after a mere 4 hours of scrubbing and painting the oven is actually not too bad, and may yet serve in the battle against mediocre mobile munchies. However, I am...
Virtuality
Somewhere between real life and the virtual world there lies the Jabberwocky. Captured in pictures and held fast by words it is arbitrarily defined as the Beast. To think, though, it would take only the slightest of tweaks, the gentlest movement in language, and the Beast would be no more. It happens that today I am back to work on the internet presence of the dear Jabberwocky, as the country reels from yesterdays royal wedding I’m trying to find a corner of Facebook, centre of operations for the “omg the dress was amaaaaaazing” campaign, to attach to the website. What I meant by my introductory sentence is that without the internet, the great green Beast is nothing more than a van. It is an interesting insight into what the web can do,...
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