0 Comments Toi Toy at the V&A Waterfront

So anyway, I was scouting for a zen garden yesterday, and that did not work out according to plan because Woolworths don’t sell them anymore. Which is disappointing. I expect Woolworths to stock EVERYTHING. If I want a car then I want to buy it at Woolworths. If I want to adopt a child like Angie and Brad, I want to adopt it at Woolworths. If I want to drink milk out of a saucer like a cat, I want to do it at Woolworths. I remember not too long ago they had zen gardens, and I thought “No no, it’s cool, I will buy one sometime” And now they don’t have them which makes for a sad editor. Cue cheesy sad face, bottom lip out.

Anyway, I cruised Cape Town in the VR3 trying to track down a zen garden but I was unsuccessful and will have to try again TODAY! A zen garden is quite relaxing and I have no doubt it will add to the current aura of peace, tranquility and a little bit of madness that surrounds me. I’m like a wise Buddha, only thinner. And with a devilishly handsome smile. But I never smile. I am ice cold.

While I was in the car on my own, I remembered something that I was talking about with BMP and his teammate Carey. Carey somehow discovered this wicked place in the V&A Waterfront which sells these little toys.

So it kind of brings back childhood memories for me where I used to have the most massive collection of Ninja Turtle toys. In fact, such is my inner child, I still have them! Which is a little bit strange. But I bet you still have your blanket from when you were a baby, don’t you? We ALL know the co-anchor does.

Isn’t that sweet though? I’m still just a kid deep down. You know…sensitive…innocent…wide eyed…That type of thing. So to bring out my inner kid again I thought I would go buy another toy. It’s the first time since I was a youngster that I have actually bought a toy. Damn it feels good! Obviously this might make me sound a little crazy, but that’s alright because surely you will still call me superman? Let’s ask the question now. If I go crazy, will you still call me superman? Shiver me timbers that would make a catchy song! I could probably make some good cash making a song like that.

Anyway, I found myself at the V&A Waterfront yesterday scouting for this toy store. I found it. It’s near the Kauai place in the Waterfront, which is near the official Crocs sandal shop. It amazes me, that at the current rate of shop rental prices, Crocs manage to have an entire store dedicated to the ugliest shoes/sandals/ Japandals or whatever they are called. Then they still have another one or two stalls in the passages at the V&A Waterfront. It’s clear that they are using Crocs as a front for the illegal crocodile, turtle neck and shark fin trade. How on earth do they sell enough Crocs in a month to pay the rent? It’s beyond me. I mean, how many people actually want to look stupid every month?

So this toy store is situated in that area. It’s in the passages in a sort of cart/rickshaw type of stand. It’s called ToiToy and it’s rad! The toys are awesome because you don’t know what you are getting and some are limited edition and they are all kind of a bit different. So Carey started off the trend by kitting her town apartment out with these toys, and they can be found on top of her television. After I saw them the first time, I became completely obsessed.

I mean I do have an addictive personality. First I was addicted to cycling and sculpting my guns and cheese grater abs, then I went on to alcohol and girls. Now I’m just on alcohol, seeing as though girls don’t actually want to be seen in my presence. It’s cool though, I dig my own vibe and am quite confident staring into the bottom of my glass at some random club in Cape Town. I’m so confident in fact that I go out to chill by myself. I dig it. Nothing better than pumping music, hot girls, loads of drinks and nothing but your own thoughts to keep you occupied.

So anyway, I bought this random toy,which fits nicely onto my key chain, and went home. I ripped the box open like there was actually going to be gold(Or a girl) inside it. I was so excited! Seriously…I could hardly contain the excitement. Like a kid in a candy shop.

And here is the reason why:

Speechless… 

Is that not the cutest thing you have ever seen in your entire life? Do you not want to cuddle with it? I know I do. I feel bad having Bing Bong(I have named it already) chilling with my keys though, and constantly feel terrible whilst driving. I can hear Bing Bongs head clashing with my cold, hard car keys when I turn corners fast or brake hard(Which is ALL the time in the VR3) My keys are cold and hard. Bing Bong is warm and soft, like a little bunny rabbit.

I mean I have not considered marriage in a while…But Bing Bong has gotten me sold on the whole idea.

Sean is one one knee.

Bing Bong will you marry me and elope to a far away land?

Bing Bong can’t speak. Bing Bong is a plastic toy. Sean has fallen in love with a plastic key chain. Sean is an idiot.

Anyway, do visit ToiToy at the V&A Waterfront. It’s near the Crocs shop, in the passage, and has wicked cool toys!

Sean Lloyd

Editor