Because I have bought Olympics tickets, I get emails from the London 2012 folks telling me about all the exciting events that await me this summer. Today I got a message offering me merchandise. Here’s a screenshot:
The bear looks cute. Every London event and historical landmark has an associated teddy bear — Christmas bears, Paddington Bear, Beefeater bears, Sacking of the Monasteries bears. Okay, not Sacking of the Monasteries bears, but the others. The point is, an Olympic bear was a given. And the umbrella — well, the games run in July and August. It’s British summertime. I’d better have a brolly.
But the critter in the back, the giant plushy with the staring eyeball — that, I’m afraid, brings up only one memory, from a childhood spent watching Jonny Quest:
It’s the invisible energy monster, which wails and roars and fries you good. And we know what happens when those things get near a light:
So I am now going to delete the shopping offer and try to expunge the image of the London mascot from my brain, before I have nightmares about it rampaging through my house eating all the lightbulbs. And, possibly, me.