PUTTO-ING A NAME TO THE FACE
The Marshmallow Lady’s erotic, Valentine’s Day-themed window display has had us slightly disturbed since its first appearance on Rodney Street at the start of the month.
It’s not the sight of an adorable Cupid grown into the full magnificence of manhood that bothers us.
Nor is it the dangerous positioning of the safety pin.
No, what keeps nagging at the back of Spurtle’s mind is that the face resembles someone in the public eye, but we can’t put our finger on him.
There are days when we think he looks like a melancholy Alexander McCall Smith.