Friday, January 20, 2006

Fun For Fur! Issue 1

Upon visiting our country cottage, many people say "Yikes, what are those horrendous things!?" Not, of course, referring to my housemates, but instead to mine and 'Phantom' John's hand-made novelty decanters - a must for any serious gentleman.

Other, slightly less inspired questions follow, such as "are they real?", "what do you want them for?", "how could you be so cruel?" and "why? why? why??"

Some, people though ask "Dr Joe / John, how did you make them? - what is the secret?" And the purpose of this post is to recount in a photo-journalistic reportage style the necessary and requisite steps.

First you will need some RAW MATERIALS:

  • source of fur - best is a stole from an old posh lady or charity shop
  • bottle with replaceable cork stopper - port or sherry preferable
  • top notch glue (epoxy resin = good, pritt stick = bad)
  • knife for chopping, slashing etc

For ease, the bottle should be empty, but NB it is not wise to combine sharp knives, epoxy resin and the potential to give housemates fur moustaches while they sleep, with large quantities of port/sherry. Give it a day after finishing the bottle and then start is our advice.

First you should dissemble the fur from the stole or other fur source - use the knife for this part. You should end up with 2 piles - A) useful bits of fur, including heads, legs, tails, and main fur, and B) stuff which is not fur and therefore to be discarded. If you are unsure, please refer to the helpful pictures below.

So fur so good!

Personally, I would sort out the head/cork first - use of a large quantity of glue is necessary, as you wouldn't want if falling off when you are most in need of a restorative libation!

To form the head/cork, push the plastic top of the cork stopper firmly into the underside of the head section, and firmly adhere. Then fold in the fur edges carefully so that they curve around, but make sure not to stick them to the cork - that would be wrong. Ideally you want to end up with the top of the cork being masked by a rim of fur, which is important if you do not wish people, especially the very old and the very young, to realise that it may be filled with liquor!

With this achieved, you are free to start modelling your friendly animal decanter as you see fit. You may choose, as I did, to use a realistic style, arranging the fur in a natural way, running along the length of the body, mimicking a real animal.

Alternatively, you may choose, as John did, to stick it on any-old how in a capricious fashion for a more rogue-ish lovable effect. Either is great, but obviously do not feel restricted to these methods - experiment and come up with your own style...

If you make more than one decanter, then they can form them into a family -
  • Brandy - Daddy Decanter
  • Gin - Mummy Decanter
  • Rum - Uncle Decanter
  • Vodka - Teenage Decanter
  • Bitters - Small Child Decanter
  • Amaretto - Grandma Decanter

Obviously, being decanters, they should be filled with a decantus of choice e.g. brandy, which can then be readily and summarily dispensed. Here, because childern may be watching, lingonberry juice has been used to realistically mimic

the fluidity of assorted liquor types. And hopefully you can clearly see the effect of pouring.


There are many ways of customising your decanter for that personal touch. For example, the arms on mine are joined together facilitating a glass-carrying function. You may be limited in this, like John who only had short stumpy arms, which stick up all stunted and are incapable of supporting a glass. I should point out that this wasn't his fault though.


Although we have not experimented with making outfits for our decanters, I'm sure that if you felt so inclined, a hat, maybe a smart tie, or even a pair of dungarees could be constructed to suit, especially for a special occasion / themed event. The possibilities are unbounded.

So there you are; a handy guide which hopefully will have answered all of your questions upon this subject. I was thinking of contacting DeAgostini or some such similar publishers, to produce a fortnightly magazine -

But remember, while consuming alcohol decanted from a novelty animal decanter is indeed a great pleasure, that you shouldn't get carried away. That way lies drunkeness, sorrow and gout.
Also for those who do not consume alcohol, there is the definite possibility to decant a non-alcoholic drink instead - for example fancy juice, ribena or milk.

24 Comments:

At 1/24/2006 02:39:00 AM, Blogger Tim Lovell said...

That is the most worrying post I have ever seen! You should give one to the anti-fur people that stand outside Harrods as a present!

What next for Doc Joe and his novelty deceased animal food dispensers? A Stuffed hedgehog Pineapple and Cheese holder? A weasel backscratcher? A Lobster shoe horn? Surely you can't stop here.

 
At 1/24/2006 09:43:00 AM, Blogger Esaj said...

Charming!

 
At 1/24/2006 09:54:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Animal Doctor Toby

This is indeed a blog of upmost importance in our recent post-modernist history. We are all but willing to invigorate ourselves to the quest of everlasting famosity, and here I believe my learned friend, Dr Joe, has achieved this.

Beverage from a beaver or related rodentia is but on a run onto the ladder to an eternal fountain of life.

I congratulate you again on the real-life morphing of exceptional quality and await Fun For Fur! Issue 2.

 
At 1/25/2006 12:08:00 AM, Anonymous Bex B said...

You are really good. I am glad that you are in the world, and doing such things. Please keep doing such things until you are dead. Also, please can you bring them round one day, to the place of Portugal, so I can see them?

 
At 1/25/2006 12:46:00 PM, Blogger Joe said...

"until you are dead" - i like that... cheers Bex, I fully intend to.

What ho!, animal doctor Toby! I was intent upon alerting you to the existence of this article, however there is no need and your speed has quite outdone me. Master of the Wolf Ed himself is due an appearance soon. In fact I require your assistance in determining the identity of the animals in question... too small to be a wolf or a fox, too large to be a shrew, not bushy enough to be a squirrel - who am I?

As yet I have not decided what to do next, but Tim thou hast furnished me with myriad excellent conjurances! Let's see what happens.

 
At 1/25/2006 09:33:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dr Joe, tis me Toby BSc BVSc MRCVS LVI

In answer to your conundrum I must first alert you to the family of Mustelinae: weasels, stoats, mink, polecats, martens, wolverines. I think that they may be part of your yearning for "the answer". If in doubt please refer to some of the following.

Mink

Minx

Stoats

Long tailed weasels

Weasley Weasels

and not forgetting the informative

Ermine

I hope this helps in finding your quest's end. However personally I know it not to be a lagomorph.

Yours, Him

 
At 1/26/2006 12:22:00 AM, Anonymous Bex B said...

When I was about ten I found a dead shrew and took it home and put a dress on it, and it sat on the windowsill until mum found it and threw it away. I should've made a perfume bottle or something!

 
At 1/26/2006 01:11:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Whatho! Teacher Ted here. My word, this is bloggy blogtastic. Truly Doctor Joe you are the cyber space cowboy we have all hoped and prayed for so long to live amongst us. A true triumph of post-post modernist values in a bitter tasting diet, skinny, egg free, soya world that we sadly inhabit today. Bravo Monsignor!

 
At 1/26/2006 01:20:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

'Tis I Master of the wolf Ed!

Bloggy hell Joe, this is one heck of a blog!
Wolfy loved it and hopes that when he dies he can come back as one of your decanters...

Ciao, and props to Animal doctor Toby too.

 
At 1/26/2006 07:24:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dear Dr Joe, having been alerted to the existence of your blog by the Vet who keeps at least one arm warm in these cold winter months, as he styles himself; I am bound to say I am duly impressed, nay, overwhelmed by the wealth of information and lucidity of expression I have found here. And I believe you may the person able to shed some light on a question which has been troubling me. It is the concept of "dead weight". Why is it that an animal once dead appears much heavier than it does when alive? It has the same mass. I am lifting the same amount of animal. Yet it invariably feels much heavier. Is it purely a psychological phenomenon? I eagerly anticipate your expert opinion on the subject.

With love (and also to Ted, Toby et al.)

Jude (die andere Tieraerztin)

ps Tobes, it's "Mustelidae". Note spelling, darling.

 
At 1/26/2006 10:21:00 PM, Blogger Dan said...

I think DeAgnostini would be up for it if the animals were to be made into a pair of bookends for a complete Only Fools and Horses and/or Masters of Martial Arts DVD collection. I know I would.

Good post Joe. Any fool knows that blog currency is comments and I think this one from me pushes this latest piece to joint top scorer this season. Get the lingonberry juice in! Only trouble is, out of nowhere (or Cambridge, probably) there's a load of geniuses effortlessly witting all over the place and I am forced to face harsh realities about myself.

 
At 1/27/2006 01:21:00 PM, Blogger Joe said...

Now I like that. Obviously i disagree with your use of the link in self-description, but it is simple and effective. Nice.

Don't be scared by the wits above! - they are vetinarians and school masters of english literature, both professions where employment and pay is based in part upon their ability to know and use long words. All you are lacking in this game Dan is fiscal remuneration for sesquipedalianism! And their flowery language stems from a PG Woodehouse indulgence - underneath they be normal hummun beens such as ee an thee.

Also they're not from Cambridge; Ed and Toby BSc BVSc MRCVS LVI are both from my native land, and Judy, I'm sure she told me once and I've forgotten. In fact the people who have commented who are cantabrigians are Jase, who managed a maximum word length of 8, and Bex, who got all the way to 10 with 'windowsill'. Further analysis reveals that you, old boy, have not only a 10 letter word, but two 11s and also a 12!

Believe!

 
At 1/29/2006 11:22:00 PM, Blogger Joe said...

In response to your question, Judy, upon the phenomenon of dead weight, I have been musing heavily.

The mass of a dead animal remains the same as when it was alive, however there will be changes in the physical nature of the animal - including a loss of muscle tone, and I would suggest that it is an increase in inertia following loss of muscle tone which accounts for the increased 'weight'.

For example, wardrobes are quite difficult to pick up and move up stairs, and they feel very heavy. However, if the wardrobe is smashed up and carried as a bundle of wood it feels lighter and is much easier to manoeuvre.

So when it is alive, a dead cat if picked up by the scruff has less intertia due to muscle tone, which holds the various parts of the body in equilibrium positions and as such will reduce the amount of cat-drag. A dead cat however, has no such tonal equilibrium, resulting in a greater inertia as, when picked up, all parts of the cat now are suspended in direct relation to the scruff. It feels heavier therefore I suggest because you need to do more to support it.

This raises the interesting point that, if a dead animal with no muscle tone, acting like a piece of cooked spaghetti, compared to an uncooked or more likely par-cooked live cat counterpart, because it droops down, more of it is lower and therefore subject on average to a slightly greater gravitational effect - i.e. it will weigh ever so slightly more.

I hope that this aids you in your quest.

 
At 1/30/2006 09:54:00 PM, Anonymous Lingers said...

It is indeed delightful to be apraised of your occupation post-PhD and I am glad to see that prevarication continues apace. I am, however, a little miffed to not not see my blog not appear in your summary of stalkable friends. AND, as I am not conversant with the intricacies of HTML tags I find myself unable to place my blog address as a discrete link, bah!

 
At 1/30/2006 11:02:00 PM, Blogger Joe said...

...interestingly, I was going to update "Stalk My Friends" and "Come Sit In My Basket Sections" later this week when I have a bit more time not applying for jobs... consider it done, but not yet.

To do a link you type What you want link to say - seasy, innit?

 
At 2/03/2006 12:08:00 AM, Blogger Tim Lings said...

Joe! I'm on your list of stalked friends! I feel very honoured.

I shall endeavour to provide a regularly refreshed menu of blogging delights, although no promises mate.

See you at Bible School?

 
At 2/03/2006 05:15:00 PM, Blogger Tim Lovell said...

So, Doc DJ Joe has gone for another re-decoration of his blog. What was your inspiration this time? I'm getting much more of an African, or maybe Aboriginal vibe. Needless to say, it is heinous, I like it.

While I was reading your post for the umpteenth time, your recounting of the proceedure by which you created these lovable rascals was reminiscent of a surgical proceedure, which in turn reminded me of a programme I saw on channel 4 recently called 'autopsy'. Were you 'lucky' enough to see it?

It was pretty interesting, although the fact that the surgeon was a bit of an eccentric German called Professor Gunther Von Hagens, who had a penchant for trilby's made watching it seem a bit surreal. It was the first public autopsy since the 1830's and looked at (in one of the episodes) how people die. Not for the faint hearted though (neither watching, nor, I would have to say, having an autopsy done on you).

 
At 2/06/2006 03:08:00 PM, Anonymous Nathan said...

Why is it - and I'm not doubting the accuracy of the commentor above as I've seen it many times before - that the plural of trilby isn't *trilbies? You'd have thought after all this time that the word would have lost its "hello I'm someone's surname and you change my spelling at your own risk"-iness and succumbed to the elegance of a regular pluralisation. Oh well.

 
At 2/06/2006 06:59:00 PM, Anonymous Dave said...

So Nathan, what did you study at university?

 
At 2/07/2006 11:07:00 AM, Blogger Tim Lovell said...

I'm afraid you SHOULD doubt the accuracy of my above statement. I wasn't sure when I was writing the comment, so I had a look and found someone on t'internet where it was spelt 'trilbys'. However, I have since looked at some more reliable sites and found that it is indeed spelt 'trilbies'. And lets not even begin to look at my incorrect use of the apostrophe.

i hope this clarifies the matter, and I send my sincerest apologies for bringing this fine blog in to disrepute.

Joe, I am pleased to see you have loosed your dictator-like grip on the commenting system on this blog. Long live press freedom!

 
At 2/07/2006 11:41:00 AM, Blogger Dan said...

"Hi! I've just been reading your blog and it's really cool! I think you'd like mine, why not check it out?"

Joe, unless you want more comments like the above, engage word verification...

Imagine the possibilities if this chubby bunny fell into your hands. Newsround is an outstanding news source, by the way. "Robots replace kid camel jockeys" is rightly one the day's top stories.

 
At 2/07/2006 06:55:00 PM, Blogger Joe said...

okayokay i put on teh verification. But, you are still correct Tim, that freedom of press now reigns - i hadn't previously even thought about comments and all that. But all of a sudden I thought, why am i moderating them>? To which i had no clear idea, so i stopped.

Imagine stewing that rabbit! I think i'd go instead for a spit roast... mmm.

 
At 2/13/2006 04:23:00 PM, Anonymous Nathan said...

Dave, I graduated with a 2:1 BA(Hons) Unending Pedantry and my life has been the happier for it.

Tim, don't rush to doubt yourself - irregular plurals are quite possible with nouns based on names. If you knew a family called Trilby and you went round to theirs for dinner, you'd say "I went to see the Trilbys" or "I went round the Trilbys' for my tea", because we see people's names as sacrosanct identifiers of THEM and therefore not alterable, and there's no reason why that wouldn't carry on when they've bequeathed their names to hats.

 
At 2/14/2006 10:04:00 AM, Anonymous Dave said...

I love it. Nathan, you will never cease to amuse. Listen, I've been trying to contact you: email, skype, text. Are you in Geneva? I'm now hi-jacking Joe's blog to get in touch!! please drop me an email. We're thinking of another Geneva visitation you see.....

 

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