I’ve always loved pool tables

When I was growing up a couple of the really cool kids at school had pool tables.  One properly cool kid, Alistair, had a pool table…in his games room!

When you’re 13 years old a games room is the most magical place in the world. Monday was the best day to go there because if there’d been rugby or cricket on TV on Sunday then there would still be cigarettes in the ashtrays and a decent whiff of beer about the place. We would then lounge around practicing our swearing.

There was one Monday when we found a can of beer lodged in one of the pockets of the pool table. Four boys stood and stared at that can for about 15 minutes. To everyone’s relief Mark pointed out that we couldn’t open it because it wasn’t cold and that you could only drink cold beer because drinking warm beer would be a bit poofy.

That was almost as good as the time we found some ‘dad literature’ under the couch in the games room. Four boys stood and stared at that for quite a bit longer than fifteen minutes.

Anyway, I swore that when I was grown up and had some money and could spend it on anything I wanted I would have a pool table.

Then when I got my first job, at Ogilvy & Mather Wellington, there was a pool table in the middle of the office…..that you could play whenever you wanted! That was the most advertising thing I’d ever seen. It was the perfect Friday night prop.  Clients loved it and would ask for meetings to be at our office so that they could stay on for a few frames.  (Obviously they just referred to it as a ‘game’. I called it ‘a few frames’ because I was a dick.)

I spent a lot of time at that table. To no one’s surprise I had my own pool cue and committed a solid two months to learning how to play a Masse shot (because I was a dick).

Again I swore that if I ever had my own agency, or could make decisions about spending other people’s money on stuff to put in an agency, I would have a pool table.

Which gives me the sense that my entire life has just been building to this point. This is a pool table designed by James Perse.   It’s magnificent.  It’s exactly what my 13 year-old self would buy and what every self-respecting agency needs.

The pin-striped screen of death

My computer has died. But not in any conventional way.

The blue-screen of death is perhaps the most popular form of computer death. The red screen of death will be familiar to those with gaming devices. The black screen of death never goes out of fashion. And the purple screen of death sounds like more fun than I imagine it actually is.

But my MacBook Pro has died and presented me with this – the pin-striped screen of death.



My theory is that this is simply Apple’s famed ‘intuitive design’ taken to its natural conclusion. I want to believe that while you traverse the web, your MacBook is taking note, quietly building a visual abstract of your online life. And that when the time comes for it to log off for the last time, you will be presented with an entirely non-judgemental summation of your browsing life.

Hence, having spent far too much time in the company of Most ExerentCrane Brothers and Patrick Johnson, I’m captured in the image of a 12 oz, pearl pin-striped flannel. How do you think you might be remembered?

Yet another thing I want quite badly.

I love Monocle. I don’t read it, but I love it. I buy it semi-regularly, each time full of ambition. It just screams intellectual betterment. I really do want to understand more about the heated debate generated by Poland’s recently launched census. And I really am interested in why the Swiss franc remains one of the world’s most popular investor currencies. But then I settle down with the magazine and find myself wishing that there were more Canali ads or stories about Patrick Grant.

I also love stationery. I’m particularly partial to a notebook. It’s where I imagine writing all the piercingly insightful observations I would make were I the type of person who actually read Monocle.

So this, a stationery range from Monocle, is pretty exciting. It’s the kind of notebook in which Jessica Hische would doodle, or in which Marisha Pessl would record her idle thoughts.

You snooze, you lose.

This is quite brilliant. What’s the cost of not getting out of bed? (via Notcot)

If in dating doubt, don’t.

Brilliant flowchart establishing, once and for all, acceptable dating scenarios (from The Morning News, via Notcot).

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Want. Want. Want.

It will surprise no one to learn that I want these. A beautiful hanger design from Anna Thomas @ loyalloot. (via NotCot)

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If you love merchandising and you love sarcasm…

Absolutely my favourite site of the moment – Catalog Living – captions the most spectacularly over-art-directed decor shots you’ve ever seen. (The site is the fine work of Molly Erdman.)

Hi Nancy, it’s Elaine. I’m going to be a little late for lunch. I can’t find my hat or my back-up hat.

Elaine was not amused by Gary’s passive-aggressive response to her request to “garnish the cocktails.”

While Gary and Elaine were in the kitchen getting popcorn, the brave yellow sweater attempted its escape.

Chrono-Shredder

I want one of these badly.  The Chrono-Shredder, by Susanna Hertrich, shreds each calendar day in realtime. (Via NotCot)

Nothing beats a really good anagram

I love anagrams.  (The name of this blog is one.)  So this amused me enormously. The London Tube Map, entirely anagrammed. Genius.

(I’d really like to credit someone for this but I’m not sure who.  If anyone knows can they let me know. Thanks)

A see-through toaster, Infographics, 48 hours and the year’s best album (clue: The National)

A few interesting things I’ve found or, more accurately, that have found me this week.

The see-through toaster

I want one of these.  For no reason other than I really like toast and this feels like it accords toast the respect it deserves.  We should all marvel at toast’s creation.  For the transformation of bread to toast, like the transformation of grass to fairway or couch to bed, brings us joy.

Infographics

Lots of discussion of the increasing use of infographics at the moment. I’d guess a lot of the interest has been driven by the UK election and some really useful graphical interpretations of events (below’s a widely circulated example highlighting the imbalance of votes to seats).  It’s from the very clever David McCandless of Information is Beautiful who I’ve written about before.

Then I found this Brazilian site that builds an infographic profile of all who have visited the site. Very sweet. (Click on the image for a better view.)

48 Hours

I love this idea for a magazine.  As the name suggests, it’s a magazine written, designed, edited and printed within 48 hours. It’s all based around one subject, with all contributions a different interpretation thereof. It’s like a magazine produced by digital working-bee, so feels wonderfully modern and quaint at the same time.

The National

Buy High Violet, the new album from The National.

The single, Bloodbuzz Ohio is brilliant.

So is Runaway (performed here live).

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