A-Hunting We Will Go, A Hunting We Will Go
And if you’re not humming “Hi-ho the Diddleio, A-hunting we will go” now, my Jedi mind powers are slipping….
Embarking on a fug-finding mission means patrolling my usual stalking grounds as well as exploratory mining of the WWW with a random yet methodical pattern of search terms that would annoy any statistical analyst to the point of suicide by Tictacs. It means also that while my cast Crochet hunting nets return some strange things (the octopus/vagina tampon cosy springs to mind) , but after a while, some items start to look familiar.
Especially on eBay, where the unlovelies go around the Newly Listed-Ending Soon loop more often than Li-Lo does Traffic Offence-Court Appearance-Rehab-Illadvised Tweet.
See – you can call it vintage all you like but the truth is