I'm gonna get me a Jazz-playing Mole

Ben and I were on our way back from a meeting at at t’Guardian, and waiting at the bus stop we gazed across the road to see this…


Mole Jazz??!  Eh, what?!?!  Some weird, freaky mid-sixties shop which trained the mammals and rodents of Great Britain to tootle away in 5/8 time, freestylin’ at any given opportunity. 

“Man, that’s a hoopy mole-cat you got on sax”

“You shoulda seen the Hare we had in last week on alto…”

Of course, Mole Jazz turns out to have been something different altogether.  But gawd bless the internet for allaying our fears…