Cuckoo Clocks

[muninnhuginn]

Yesterday evening while doing our fortnightly trawl of Border's sf and f shelves for the worst cover art, the ravens happened to mention H R Giger. Then we had to elucidate: we'd naively thought everyone with an interest in sf and sf films (covers most of the writers group as present at the time) would know of him. In the process of our description we mentioned his nationality. The automatic association was made. Jokingly we suggested just how strange a Giger cuckoo clock might be, wondering exactly where the cuckoo (or whatever) would pop out. Half a dozen brains went into silent surreal overdrive. Oops, we've boggled folk... again.

We thought we'd check on G's website that he hasn't already done a cuckoo clock and found he is about to sell jewelry. Drools, possibly in slightly disturbing fashion. Can it be implanted, we wonder.