Everyone needs a bosom for a pillow, according to the guys from Cornershop. And everyone needs a place to party too -- even if that place is the "world's smallest disco".
The Brimful of Asha band will be opening up a miniature disco at 256 Albion Road in Hackney for this year's Record Store Day. The building will play a triple role throughout the day, also acting as a record shop and an art gallery.
It's, admittedly, all sounding a bit tenuous -- unless there's a light-up floor and a glitter ball, a building playing music and selling it is just, well, a record store, right? But it got us thinking -- what genuine miniature wonders are out there? Here's a selection of some of our favourites.
If you're a 6 ft 3 inch fisherman, a 10 foot tall building with a floor area of 10 ft by 5.9 ft probably isn't the best place to call home. But Quay House in Conwy, Wales, was once the home of fisherman Robert Jones until 1900. With such low ceilings, Jones was unable to stand up fully in the house, leading the council to deem the property unfit for human habitation.
Built in the 16th century (presumably fit for the shorter people of the time), the property now acts as a tourist attraction, welcoming thousands of visitors each year.
Like Tower Bridge's little brother, Somerset Bridge in Bermuda is said to be the world's smallest working drawbridge.
Built in 1620, it connects Somerset Island with the mainland parish of Sandys, but had to be rebuilt in the middle of the last century as it fell into disrepair. Measuring just 22-inches wide, the bridge was originally raised using a hand crank. Though it now uses two cantilevered half-spans, any sail boat captains looking to pass under the bridge still needs to call upon the assistance of passers-by to lift the timber walkway loose and allow for safe passage.
While the building itself may be of regular size, Solo Per Due's unique dining experience still makes it the world's smallest restaurant. Situated in Vacone, Italy, and run by chef/owner Remo Di Claudio, it seats just two people at a time at its solitary table.
After a walk up a candlelit driveway, Di Claudio meets diners personally before leading them to the 19th century building, kitted out with period chandeliers and a fitting decor. Inside, homemade pasta, wild mushrooms and local sheep's cheese are among the recommended dishes, with fine wines and champagnes from a premium cellar on offer too.
Open for lunch and dinner, the restaurant serves 1,500 people per year, with a place at the exclusive table costing €250 (£205). Booking in advance is, obviously, encouraged.
It used to be an old-fashioned BT red phone booth, but when the mobile library service for villagers in Somerset's Westbury-sub-Mendip stopped delivering, the disused dialler took on a whole new life.
Villagers converted the booth into a DIY library, stocking it with around 100 books at a time, after the local parish bought it for just £1. Open 24 hours a day, villagers can come and go, borrowing as they please, with even a working night light installed. Once every few weeks a check is carried out to see which titles are looking a bit tired, with unloved books brought to a charity shop and swapped out for new titles.
With the handset removed, there isn't even the need for a greying library assistant, shushing visitors!
Situated in Bury St Edmunds, Suffolk, The Nutshell pub measures just 15 ft by 7 ft, and serves on average no more than ten or fifteen customers at a time. It's "Britain's smallest" claim is disputed by other diminutive pubs, but with The Nutshell lacking a beer garden, it's widely regarded as the smallest.
Despite its size, The Nutshell once squeezed an astonishing 102 people inside back in 1984. I think you'd have been forgiven for elbowing someone's pint over that night.
It's not a past exclusively filled with merriment at The Nutshell though. Or at least not if you happen to be a cat. Inside the pub is the dried-out body of a long-dead black cat, which was found during renovation work at the pub. It was believed to have been accidentally closed up within a chimney hearth, killed by the heat. Anyone for scratchings?