Flowers for Mother’s Day and tool-kits for Christmas are so lame. Why not splash out on a shrunken head or the skeleton of a conjoined twin?
Viktor Wynd’s Little Shop of Horrors in London is packed with more macabre oddities than an X Factor audition.
Glass cases contain human fetuses, broken toys, dildoes and the occasional chocolate anus, while stuffed birds watch over animal bones and meat-eating plants.
Wary shoppers could instead buy a two-headed teddy, speciality tea or mounted butterfly.
The emporium is run by The Last Tuesday Society, which organises fantastical balls, seances and lectures on fun topics such as the sex lives of dictators.