Page 51 - Phonebox Magazine November 2007

A Day In The Life ....
This is a bit like being on a treadmill now, producing a regular column, after being used to joining words together only every couple of months or so. I’m not moaning, coz I like it really, but I do seem to have developed writer’s rhomboid. This is not a total inability to get stuff on paper, like the blocky thing, but more a sort of tendency to churn out paragraphs that are a bit skew-whiff. I’m hoping Ron, the editor, won’t notice, although I may have given the game away now by mentioning it I suppose. Bugger. Rumbled.
To stop myself being too tangential though, I’m going to start with something concrete. Well, ceramic actually, but solid as opposed to wobbly, if you get my drift.
We have a frankly brilliant new artist on our books, and I feel the need to share this with you. Her name is Diana Tonnison and she creates THE most beautiful mixture of ceramics and paintings. This is a bit tricky to explain because you have to see and feel them to appreciate them properly, but imagine pots that are painted and paintings that are made out of pots and you start to get the idea. And the colours, oh the colours. Can’t describe them at all. You just gotta see them colours baby, as they
doubtless say in places like Las Vegas, and probably Chipping Sodbury too these days.
When I say new artist, that’s a bit of a fib, because she’s been creating gorgeousness for years, but she got diverted by a very successful career in fashion, and then another one in interior design. However, now that she’s stopped travelling so much and concentrated all
her efforts on it, she’s come up trumps. So, we have a solo show of her new work all through November, and don’t miss it is what I fervently say.
There’s an outside chance you’ll be reading this in time for our extra special Christmas Preview Evening on Friday November 2nd, at which we launch her show. If so, then hurl yourself into the orderly queue, no pushing please, by emailing info@icetwice.com or popping in to the gallery and prising one from my oily grasp. Or pick up the dog and bone and plead nicely, whatever.
That’s enough solidity then. Back to relative wobbliness.
I have been purchasing squilllions of new books for pressies for your loved ones. For fashionistas
we’ve got everything that’s hot to trot in that particular netherworld, from stocking filler books on the continuing
phenomenon that is Barbie, hugely desirable books about Sergio Rossi and Roberto Cavalli, right through to a decadently sophisticated coffee table boxed set on Coco Chanel, an elegant smoker if ever there was one.
For rugged boy types, I’ve splashed out on to die for tomes on life’s basic essentials, these being, um, Whisky, Cigars, Poker, Fast Cars, and, lest my reputation as town pornographer should get diluted, equally fast Women.
I realise the above two paragraphs are desperately politically incorrect and cliched, to the point of childishness, but that’s precisely the tone I was aiming for, so I don’t care. Ha!
Right then, finally, and utterly unrelated to any of the above, I can announce that
we now sell
handbags.
The only
reason we do
this is
because my
female
customers
keep buying
jewellery and
stuff here and
I noticed they like to squirrel their purchases away so they don’t get told off when they get home and I could see they needed larger handbags to achieve that so I now stock two fabulously huge styles, one in glitzy silver (for distracting attention) and one in black wet look patent (for being demure and discreet) and here
they are in all their reasonably priced glory so hurry up and bag one (teehee) before they all disappear. No pressure. TTFN
ICETWICE GALLERY & BOOKSTORE
25, HIGH STREET SOUTH, OLNEY, BUCKINGHAMSHIRE MK46 4AA INFO@ICETWICE.COM 01234 714499 WWW.ICETWICE.COM
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