The Extreme Ponce.

If you think you've seen poncey blippers around town then, be warned, you ain't seen nothing yet.
This is the container within which Blipfoto hold their biggest and scariest ponce. Captured over a year ago, he has been emprisoned here ever since. The air valve at the top, that allows his survival, is also used to pump in a daily dose of pretensiousness to a point now where his ponciness is all consuming. If you listen carefully you can hear him reciting Andre Gide and pretending to enjoy the music of Serge Gainsbourg.
His journal until now, as you can imagine, is a tad one dimensional but, with his release date looming, the media should be prepared for something even more poncey than the previous 400-odd textural shots of white plastic.

You have been warned.