BubblesPosted: April 23, 2012
There’s a nail salon in Swansea called Bubbles.
How do I know this?
Well, its not because I went in to get French tips done (little worried that that phrase was readily available in my vocabulary though) but because they engaged some simple marketting.
I was strolling along debating which race is hotter, Klingons or Vulcans, when a bubble drifted in front of me.
Weird, I thought, and then noticed that there were quite a few bubbles floating about. I glanced around and saw that it was a bubble machine in the window of the nail salon.
I thought this was quite a clever way of drawing attention to a business most would otherwise not have noticed.
And also bubbles are just awesome.
Seriously, if you see bubbles and don’t feel so much as a faint echo of childish glee you’re dead inside.
It put a grin on my face and brightened up what was until then a dreary South Wales Monday morning.
I even made sure I passed by the shop again and even popped a few. If noone else was about, and I wasn’t on my way to see Lockout at the cinema I could’ve spent a while chasing them about and giggling.
I’m 26, but feel its important to keep some childlike glee inside.
Anyway, must dash, film starts in five but here are 2 more reasons why bubbles rock.
1. The best one of the Powerpuff Girls was called Bubbles.
2. They are the subject of an incredibly sad, poigniant line in Knocked Up.
I wish I liked anything as much as my kids like bubbles.
Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO