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Play Doh Barber's Shop

Inspired clay-based depilation

Play DohThe origins of this wallpaper cleaner made good are documented in lumpen detail elsewhere (go on, Google it if you must, thicko). But by far the most interesting fact about Play Doh is that it was first manufactured by a company called Kutol Chemical Products – a name so redolent of industrial toxicity it wouldn’t sound out of place in one of those post-apocalyptic ‘70s BBC dramas like Survivors or Doomwatch.

Another oft-ignored hallmark of Play Doh was its extremely evocative smell; to be frank, they might as well have pumped the cavity walls of the nation’s primary schools full of this stuff, such was its odour so particularly associated with one time and place. Show us an infant school play area and we’ll show you a marbled rainbow snake of branded modelling compound. Not to mention a few sticklebricks matted with brown-grey morsels of the stuff.

The newly-rechristened Rainbow Craft Co swiftly introduced additional accessories to help control and contain the enjoyment. First there was the Playdoh Fun Factory - a sort of press wherein a lump of the evocatively-smelling, carpet-staining clay was deposited and then extruded out into a variety of cross-sectioned sausages, to the great amusement of countless young children still harbouring a vestigial toilet fixation1. The real genius, though, was the decision to ally this abstract device to a model person with holes in the top of their head (and chin, in the male instance), thus creating endless opportunities for “cut ‘n’ grow” streaky purple dreadlock shaving fun. Thus was the Play Doh Barber’s Shop born2.

Despite there being something slightly skin-crawl inducing in the way the clay tendrils wormed their way out of each Playperson’s scalp, it would be years before such an image would be capitalised upon by the British horror industry (and we’re only thinking about the Hellraiser films here). Scissors, clippers and a sort of permanent wave clamp thing for the ladies added to the variety.

The Play Doh playset went away for a bit but has now resurfaced as the Barber and Beauty Shop, so we presume the obligatory TV tie-in version endorsed by Andrew Collinge or Nicky Clarke can only just be around the corner.

1Did we say children? We meant infantile Americans too: http://www.turdtwister.com/

2We’ve covered this before, by the way, in the first TV Cream book. But if something’s worth writing about, it’s worth writing about enough times that people start to worry we’ve developed a sexual Play Doh fetish.





Posted on April 28, 2006 by Registered CommenterSteve in , | Comments3 Comments

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The barbershop I had when I was young had a horror theme, the figures would rise from a coffin secured by a rubber chain & then thier hair would grow. Before then me & my brother had a basic dough machine which broke because we tried to make it work with dough that had started to dry up. Our mum started to make us some dough after we had used up the original pots, colouring it with some food colouring that would send you sky high if you tried eating it. We still had the box until fairly recently.

Later my sister had a set where you could make fairly realistic if small hamburgers. You had to mix different ammounts of coloured dough to create certain things. This might be in our attic or garage.
Apr 28, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterRichard Davies
I had the horror-themed version of this, with a Count Dracula figure. You pushed his arms down and various red and green 'doh worms would come out of his face and head, only my parents got the German version from the market and it was called 'Graf Glockenspiel' or something, and not Dracula.
Nov 26, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterPaul Gatenby
I will always associate Play-doh with going to hospital. I was seven, my mum bought it for me in the morning. I spent all day playing with the foul stench (what's that about an "evocative smell"?) of this coloured putty. Although it was nasty stuff, it was different from the sort of toys I was used to so I kept playing with it.

Anyway, in the evening I finally got bored with it so, as you do, went into the garden, swung on the washing line and banged my head on the concrete. So my dad took me to Casualty, and in the hours sitting in that waiting room, all I could think of was that dreadful smell I had been playing with all day.
Aug 12, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterStephen Morgan

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