Welcome back to my showcase of cups that prove people shouldn’t be allowed money or cups. Let me tell you – if my readers ever invite someone back for coffee, their guest is going to have the choice of a porcelain cock, or proof that their date was once runner up in a skittles tournament.
Let’s crack on!
“Dirty Harry, but in a nice pastel stripe way” (from John Johnston)
A thought provoking mug that asks the question “Are you fucking looking at me?” (from Neil Ramskill)
“Think he played for West Ham but I can’t be bothered looking it up” (from Conan D’Agostino)
“Classic” (from Philip Bradbrook)
“I’ve no idea who Jim Plumley is. I’ve even less of an idea why I have two of them” (from SN)
And now a triple bill of swoon, starting with Jason Donovan! (from Jemma Richmond)
Next, classic Manilow (from Jemma Richmond)
And a personalised Daniel O’Donnell mug! (from Jemma Richmond, who I’m starting to suspect might have a problem)
Obviously Jemma wins the “first one to send me a Daniel O’Donnell mug” competition that I just made up in my head. Congratulations Jemma!
Moving on – this mug really speaks to me. (from Zan Phee)
“I have the Holy Grail Gus Honeybun cup, a mythological Southwest rabbit who hopped for birthday requests at a press of a magic button!” (from Alexandro Pickering)
“Just remembered this monstrosity was hiding at the back of the cupboard” (from newly crowned queen of shit mugs Jemma Richmond)
Jemma is also both the winner and the runner up of this skittles league, somehow.
“Who wouldn’t want to drink from a dogs head? I find this one so unpleasant to hold it’s used as a door stop.” (from Kate Boonzaaier)
And finally – “Why do I have so many horrible mugs? Help.” (Three guesses.)
Why indeed Jemma. Thoughts and prayers etc.
Join me next time for Andy and Fergie, and some Morris dancers.