Following Wilson's survey about which label to use for
his Grass Jam, one of the labels has developed a convincing lead... but
it's not too late to change that: just let W or me know which label
you're backing, A, B, C or D.
One or two people have suggested that Grass Jam sounds like the name of a 60s Band – please don't encourage him!
Anyway, while they wait for a definitive winner the boys are putting up the Xmas Lights at the front of the house.
I think they're making a nice job of it, and there've been no disagreements or squabbling so far.
I'll call them both in soon for some Hot Chocolate with Marshmallows, to warm them up.
Wilson has narrowed down the numerous Jam Labels he's
designed to a shortlist of four, and he'd like you to help him choose
the Winner by voting for label A, B, C or D.
As
for the jam itself, he says it tastes just like his Mum, Mrs
Vermilingua, would have made if only she'd thought of it – but he's come
too far to let that stop him...
So: A, B, C or D – You Decide!
Now I remember why Wilson wanted the grass cuttings – it was so he could convert them into Grass Jam, a premium product made from waste!
He's managed to get most* of the smoke stains off the ceiling over the hob, and now he's in the dining room designing a label for his new conserve.
He says that getting the label design 'Just right' is a vital step in the marketing of a new foodstuff, 'Particularly if it's a Luxury Product!'
He considered for a moment, and added, 'Even more so if it doesn't taste all that good – I may need to market this as a "Sophisticated Acquired Taste".'
Once again, to W's great annoyance, everyone in the family considers themselves a Graphic Designer once the iMac is booted up... but at least he doesn't have to contend with the still-absent self-styled 'Design Maven' Uncle Zoltan!
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* a few
As the 'experiment' proceeded Wilson turned on the wireless and heard an interesting News item:
📻 ❝ Prince Andrew has declared himself to be an 'Ideas Factory' after upgrading the Wi-Fi at Buckingham Palace.❞
'Ideas Factory?' Wilson scoffed, 'I bet he didn't even upgrade the Wi-Fi himself, just paid someone else to do it for him!'
Warming to his theme, he continued, 'Has Prince Andrew invented a premium line of Fashion Socks? Several successful Card Games? An innovative Clothes Hire business? A celebrity Sticking Plaster? I don't think so!'
Tapping the side of his head with one claw, he announced, 'This is what an "Ideas Factory" looks like!'
Before he could continue, however, Byron touched him on the shoulder and said, 'Excuse me interrupting, Bro, but I think the Experiment's nearly ready! Shall I get the fire extinguisher?'
Yesterday – for what I sincerely hope is the last time this year – I mowed the lawn.
Some time ago, Wilson asked me to save some of the cuttings for him to use in an experiment – I've done so, in hopes that it will distract him from his recent problems.
He and Byron are currently busy in the kitchen, performing their experiment, and I'm keeping an eye on them so no paws get burnt, nor noses singed, as Byron isn't as used to cooking as W.
I asked whether they would be sending the results of their scientific investigation to New Scientist magazine – to my surprise, Wilson replied he was more likely to submit it to the trade journal of food retailing, The Grocer...
