Dobson On Googie
An important out of print Dobson pamphlet, with a cover design by Marigold Chew Daniel Tomasch.
An important out of print Dobson pamphlet, with a cover design by Marigold Chew Daniel Tomasch.
Dear Dr Fang, wrote Marigold Chew, I am writing to you, as the most eminent brain-quack I can think of, to ask for your help. Dobson has gone doolally. Yesterday he was as right as rain – a curious phrase, … Continue reading
“I think,” said Dobson, at breakfast one foul and rain-sodden Tuesday morning, “It is time we had our own mosh pit.” Marigold Chew raised an eyebrow. “Do you actually know what a mosh pit is?” she asked. “Not exactly,” replied … Continue reading
Let us never forget the time Dobson got into a pickle. Hold your horses, you say, Dobson got into multiple pickles over the years, which particular pickle is it I am enjoined never to forget? To which I would reply … Continue reading
Dobson once found himself marooned on a remote atoll. The circumstances were inexplicable. He had a vague memory of toppling from the deck of a barquentine, but could not recall what he was doing aboard the boat in the first … Continue reading
Dobson was seething. The twentieth century’s great out of print pamphleteer was sitting at his breakfast table absolutely seething. Pausing before spooning a dollop of marmalade-style pipless jellied-eel goo into her mouth, Dobson’s inamorata Marigold Chew observed “You appear to … Continue reading
“You seem preoccupied, Dobson,” said Marigold Chew to the out of print pamphleteer one morning over breakfast. It was a thunderous day of thunder and thunderclaps and the couple were tucking into boiled suet ‘n’ marzipan à la Metternich, a dish … Continue reading
In the autumn of his years, Dobson received a letter asking him to contribute to a symposium. Such invitations were rare for the out of print pamphleteer, and he became unreasonably overexcited. Unable to think clearly, he wolfed down his … Continue reading
This potsage [sic] has been removed because: (a) The Dobson estate slapped me with a cease-and-desist order (b) There are far too many out of print Dobson pamphlets to choose from (c) I haven’t got the faintest idea how to … Continue reading
A rare snap of the out of print pamphleteer, slumped over his escritoire in misery and despair. (Click to enlarge, click again to enlarge slightly more, print, put in a frame, and hang on a nail above your own escritoire.)
“Remind me, Dobson,” said Marigold Chew one morning over breakfast, “Did you ever write that pamphlet you planned about the bandicoot?” The out of print pamphleteer was fumbling with his fork, trying to spear on its tines one of the … Continue reading
In the course of an arduous hiking escapade, somewhere far far away Salim Fadhley stumbled upon this mysterious monument.
An exceedingly rare snap of august Dobsonist Aloysius Nestingbird trying to locate a particular title among the crammed shelves of the out of print pamphleteer’s teeming archive. Or possibly the old Cincinnati Library.
On this day in 1961 we find the out of print pamphleteer Dobson on his travels: Woke up without the faintest clue where I was. It rapidly became apparent that I was zipped up tight in a sleeping bag. When … Continue reading
Dobson’s diaries contain a huge number of undated entries. Over the past several years, a team of indefatigable researchers has been busy attempting to pinpoint specific dates where possible, in a project funded by an unfathomably secret organisation possibly led … Continue reading