My one and only go at this as a kid I threw the ball over the whole lot. Wasn’t allowed the other two my dad had paid for.
My nan once bought a plate from one of these because it matched one that she’d accidentally broken a couple of months before
I’m not saying we were poor but the dodgy crockery was the tombola prize.
We had a game where you place a mouse in a big wooden circle with numbered holes in it, you had to bet on which hole the mouse would go through
You won a goldfish
Animal welfare be damned!
Played one of these at a fete in Wolverhampton once, they’d named it “Bost the Crocks”. Hilarious.
I used to work in a pottery and every summer we’d get loads of calls from people asking for stuff for one of these stalls. Had to say no though as the stuff we made would’ve flung splinters and tiny shrapnel all over the place (at least that’s what we were told to say anyway, no idea if it was true or not).
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My one and only go at this as a kid I threw the ball over the whole lot. Wasn’t allowed the other two my dad had paid for.
My nan once bought a plate from one of these because it matched one that she’d accidentally broken a couple of months before
I’m not saying we were poor but the dodgy crockery was the tombola prize.
We had a game where you place a mouse in a big wooden circle with numbered holes in it, you had to bet on which hole the mouse would go through
You won a goldfish
Animal welfare be damned!
Played one of these at a fete in Wolverhampton once, they’d named it “Bost the Crocks”. Hilarious.
I used to work in a pottery and every summer we’d get loads of calls from people asking for stuff for one of these stalls. Had to say no though as the stuff we made would’ve flung splinters and tiny shrapnel all over the place (at least that’s what we were told to say anyway, no idea if it was true or not).
Crock-Annihil Debris
Most middle class post ever