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I spent a productive few hours today trying to find trinkets appropriate for my new shrine to the immortal Harold Larwood. Having read about his prodigious thirst, I thought about getting pumps and barrels fitted to my humble B&Q worktops but I get black looks from the current Mrs T already for my, well, sometimes enthusiastic refuelling habits so I thought better of it. She's of Welsh-American extraction so the Presbyterian-Prohibitionist streak runs strong in that one.

Anyway. I finally found some nice prints online of the great man and hopefully I'll be prostating myself in front of them on a Notts prayer matt sometime soon.

But fark me. There's some utter tosh out there. The usual boss eyed etching of Both circa 1985 and you can't move for the jingoistic rubbish they produced after 2005. However, can this be beaten? http://www.sportsgalleries.com/acatalog/Famous_Cricketers.html - yup, some 'tard thought it a great idea sell prints of Ronnie Irani, former Essex "great". In England gear. Was he even fit to wear the one day shirt, let alone Test garb?

I pity the poor 13 year old lad who got that in his stocking this Xmas. It's not like he's a even the best Essex allrounder - he's no Ian Pont, let alone Barnacle Bailey. Goochie's impression of Bob Willis carried more menace than the donkeydrops the Lancastrian never-was dished up. Reminds you how crap we were in the 90s. Jesus, those days were grim. Good job the whiskey bottle and revolver aren't at hand, I'd end it all now.

Who produces this shite? And have you ever recd such filth from a well-meaning new girlfriend or maiden aunt? A true Sofanista would dump the bitch/disinherit themselves, natch. Is this the next step for the Sofa? Email us your examples!