How on earth did they get them through customs? ‘Oi! You there! Chinese-looking fellow! What we got here, then? Ah. Toy soldiers, is it? Chewable? No? Oh dear.
How on earth did they get them through customs? ‘Oi! You there! Chinese-looking fellow! What we got here, then? Ah. Toy soldiers, is it? Chewable? No? Oh dear. Any lead paint? What’s that? Not any more? Just naked terracotta? Dearie dearie me. But presumably they do sport a CE Certificate of Europe mark, in compliance with SI/204 The Toys (Safety) Regulations 1995? You what? Older than that? Created by the Emperor Qin Shihuangdi 200 years before Christ? Never heard of him. Not today, mate. Take them home.’
It could have happened, couldn’t it? Everything that leaves China, it seems, is packed with poison, dripping with danger. Toys particularly. As that horde of terracotta soldiers was setting sail for the British Museum, a horde of two million Barbies, Batmans (Batmen?) and Polly Pocket dolls were doing the reverse, as part of a huge product recall by the toymakers Mattel.
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