OK, not exactly a souvenir, but another great gift idea from our friends at the NRA! I guess it's kind of a souvenir of the Deep South. We particularly like what they did with the headline but, to use advertising parlance, "it's a bit clever for the target market" (no pun intended)
If you've got the patience and dexterity you can now assemble your very own London icons including a Routemaster bus, fish and chips and Tower Bridge. From Noted
1. Victoria & Albert Museum £564,040 2. Science Museum £230,000 3. Natural History Museum £35,000 4. British Museum £1,900 5. Imperial War Museum £970 6. Tate Modern £10
Did every guest get a couple of these when they left? Oh no, that's right, no-one ever leaves! Reminds me a bit of the Survival Guide to Kabul which I bought a few years back – but have tragically misplaced. As soon as I find as I find it I will post.
We make no bones about the fact that Ampelmann are our heroes. Taking an icon of East Berlin and turning it into a single-minded style brand has to be the inspiration for anyone that believes tourist products don't need to be unrelentingly bad.
Can souvenirs ever be considered high-art? We'd like to think so. That's why we're in the process of creating a travelling exhibition of some of the greatest all-time mis-uses if plastic and ceramics. Please let us know if you've seen any master pieces that you think worthy of being added to Tat Britain.
The Caravan Gallery started the trend of ironic souvenirs: what we have very cleverly dubbed "ironirs". We've always loved their work and we're sure they will feature in this, our most celebrated of occasional series.
As part of our Street Speak range we have created this set of traditional British beer mats, sans the smell of pub carpet, featuring real street names such as: Beer Street & Curry Close, Swift Road & Half Street, Brewery Close & Drunken Drove – they make the perfect memento of your drinking holiday in the UK.
Rome holds on to its reputation for some of the crappiest mementos in the world. Think this may have been pre-Benedict days, so obviously not doing a goose-step.
This beautiful example of souvenir ash tray comes from the Emporio d'Shite in Split, Croatia.
When I was a kid I remember a knee high version of this ash tray with a similar functionality at my Uncle's beach house. I wonder what ever happened to it?