Just when you think you've seen it all - that you've gazed into the very maw of Hell itself - you encounter ... this. I'm not sure where to start with it, but I will draw your attention to the pièce de résistance at the bottom and apologise if the words make you throw up a bit. Not pictured here is the cloying smell of potpourri, so thick that any memories being made by the children are guaranteed to be W.O.O.
Remember kids - a unicorn isn't just for October-Christmas.
