[Image: Lulubelle's of Dorset]
So others have got there first, and another opportunity for commercialism is foiled.
Increasingly capitalist as I age, I spot all the billboard advertisments for Rite Price This and That and I think to myself that I shan't buy a Rite Price Thing, thanks, in case it rattles, but I'd like to sell them, truckloads of them, so that I could swan around product launches in my Rong Price Rolls Royce Silver Shadow II, never having to worry about where the next roll of beautiful handpainted wallpaper would come from.
[Image: de Gournay chinoiserie wallpaper]
Here's a plan: I'll patent a Rite Price Popomatronic cereal popper, so that the Helped Selves who read the Self Help books can popstart their day with their own organic cereal, freshly popped right in their own homes with an affirming CD playing in the background.
And I shan't forget you guys when I make it big. Not initially anyhow. I plan to send every one of you a platinum-"effect" Popomatronic. That'll be the best one, more expensive than the gold-"effect" and the vintage-"effect" Popomatronic. But totally free to you.
It's hard to see beyond that lovely wallpaper. Scroll up, have another look. Can't you just see the Popomatronic corporate offices with these blithely papered walls, Tom Dixon copper shades and some leggy teak furniture? Perhaps with clocks telling the time in New York, Paris and Tokyo, if I can be bothered.