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Orange Cars

Just a quick note about yesterday’s post; if Johnny Depp’s Mad Hatter lived anywhere near here I would always be inviting myself round for tea. Even with orange hair he is a dote. The Red Queen borrowed a tad too much from Blackadder’s flame-haired Queenie, crushing her r s into w s, but apart from that minor niggle Tim Burton’s Alice is well worth a watch. Furthermore, I now have an excellent reason to start collecting old non-matching china as I will be having my own lunatic tea party in the summer (I really like non-matching, except pillowcases and shoes).

Re: orange it can be troublesome colour for a car. My father once had a Passat. It was orange. At least that’s what I said. It caused an endless debate because no-one else agreed saying it was red. It was not, not red at all, it was the colour of a great big bonfire. My father eventually closed the debate (which had lasted intermittently for weeks) by saying that as he bought it new (the only car he has ever had, excluding company vehicles, to hold that honour) he could categorically state that the car he selected and paid for was in Mercury Red. I still hold that was rubbish, they must have had a mix-up at the garage.

Another way it causes problems is that a car in orange can be accused of general naffness. A close relation once had a Saab 96 in a vibrant orange. The time everyone agreed; this car was an orangey orange with orange bits. This was in the mid-80s. A time of such rampant “style” that anything old was just old and crap. No mention of vintage, unless it was something like an E-type or a Scimitar or a TVR. An old orange Saab was just a damn ugly vehicle.

Until my other, even closer, relation bought a plastic lobster and popped it on the parcel shelf. Genius. Naff orange turned into vintage irony with one strategically placed crustacean.

This car needs a lobster

The Makemeadiva Budget (with orange undertones)

Sometimes I feel like my head’s been in a deep fat fryer. When that happens life looks like this.

I can get through the inevitable Budget Day waffle if I think of it like a Mad Hatter’s Tea Party. Of course Darling Alistair looks nothing like Johnny Depp but the Disney Darling likeness is spooky.

I was going to spray paint the whole Budget briefcase orange but I just went for some light defacing in the end. Actually, they should bin that battered thing and give him a shiny tangerine suitcase on wheels. I’m thinking Pucci.