Showing posts with label K-Tel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label K-Tel. Show all posts

Saturday, 8 November 2014

BAUCH TUCKER

 

Ein interessantes Artefakt aus einer lange verschwundenen Ära zu präsentieren, wenn Menschen behandelt Übung als etwas beschämend Aktivität hinter verschlossenen Türen - und "in das absolute Minimum Bekleidung' durchgeführt warden - die K-TEL MULTI TRAININGSGERÄT – AUF DEUTSCH!



Es ist tragisch, aber wir haben eine Sammlung davon. Wir haben auch 'Krieg der Welten' von einem Spanier lesen. Es ist zu spät für uns, aber vielleicht unserem Beispiel sparen andere.

Wie auch immer, zu erhalten, sich fit halten, das ist ein Befehl.

Saturday, 26 October 2013

TUMMY TUCKER


Presenting an interesting artefact from a long vanished era when people treated exercise as a slightly shameful activity to be conducted behind closed doors - and 'in the absolute minimum of clothing': THE K-TEL MULTI EXERCISER.

There's nothing erotic about the instructions, but they do, in best British style, sound smutty, and you can imagine Robin Askwith gurning through the window as a slightly chubby woman in her pants pulls a rope attached to the back of a door which alternately raises her arms and legs in a jerky approximation of sexual frenzy. 

The music adds to the self-effacing comedy of it all, jolly, jaunty, shrill and silly. This is Old School Keep Fit, not a mirror, isotonic drink, or pair of £150 trainers in sight.




Best of all, there is no cachet in exercising in this way, no early starts, punishing routines, burns to feel or broken personal bests to relay to bored colleagues and friends - especially as, about two weeks after buying the thing, it inevitably went back into the box for twenty years before being sold at a car boot sale, at which point the whole sorry cycle started again.

Here's a contemporary advert that emphasises the DIY bondage elements of the device.    





Remember, you can use it 'at home or in the office', so don't forget to take it to work on Monday. All you need is a waist level doorknob.

The record has a b-side, of course, but we'll get to that later. This isn't over.