Petermann Bedat, that’s a name I heard folks talkin’ ’bout the other day. Sounds kinda fancy, don’t it? Well, let me tell ya, it’s all about them fancy watches. Pricey little things, if you ask me. But some folks, they sure do love ’em.
You see these fellas, Petermann and Bedat, they got together and started makin’ these watches. They say they’re special. Hand-made and all that. I reckon they gotta be somethin’ special for the price they’re askin’!
Now, I ain’t never owned one myself. My old watch, it still works just fine. Tells the time, that’s all I need. But I seen pictures, and they do look shiny. All them little gears and whatnot, must be a pain to put together.
These Petermann Bedat watches, they’re like a whole ‘nother world to me. The folks who buy ’em, they talk about ’em like they’re somethin’ precious. Like a prized pig at the county fair. I guess if you got the money, why not?
- Petermann Bedat, that’s the name.
- They make fancy watches.
- Expensive, they are!
- Hand-made, so they say.
- Shiny and pretty.
I heard tell there’s a place in London, somethin’ called “A Collected Man”. Sounds like a fella with a whole lot of junk to me! But they sell these Petermann Bedat watches there. So if you’re ever in London and got a hankerin’ for a fancy watch, that’s where you go.
And that Gal Petermann and Florian Bedat, them’s the fellas makin’ these things. They must be right clever, puttin’ all them little pieces together. I can barely thread a needle these days!
They got all sorts of different kinds, these Petermann Bedat watches. I seen pictures of some with all sorts of shiny bits and bobs. Some are plain, some are fancy. Somethin’ for everyone, I suppose, if you got the money.
Now, I don’t know much ’bout these fancy things. But I hear folks talkin’. They say these Petermann Bedat watches are like works of art. Like them paintings you see in them fancy museums. I reckon they’re pretty, but I wouldn’t know what to do with one.
They say these Petermann Bedat fellas, they’re keepin’ the old ways alive. Makin’ things by hand, like folks used to do. Not like all them machines they got now, churnin’ things out like there’s no tomorrow. I reckon there’s somethin’ to be said for that.
- These watches are like art, they say.
- Hand-made, like in the old days.
- Not made by machines.
- Different kinds for different folks.
- You can find them in London town.
If you’re lookin’ for news on these Petermann Bedat watches, there’s this fella, somethin’ called “Mr. Montre”. He writes all about ’em. I don’t know what that “Montre” means, sounds French to me. But he’s the one to go to if you want to know the latest gossip on these fancy watches.
And people, they like to talk ’bout these watches. They got these things called “reviews”, where they tell you what they think ’bout ’em. And “discussions”, where they just jaw on and on ’bout these Petermann Bedat watches. And “novelties”, I guess that’s when they come out with a new one.
Like I said, the average person like me, we don’t need that. I ain’t got that kind of money to be spendin’ on a watch. And I sure as heck don’t need no fancy Petermann Bedat to tell me when it’s time to feed the chickens or milk the cow. That’s all that we need.
Them folks, they spend their time and money on these things. And there’s a lot of people that like ’em and want to talk all day ’bout it, they do. That’s what I heard, from the folks around here. I’m sure they know more ’bout it than I do.
Well I don’t know too much else about them fancy watches. If you’re really thinkin’ about one of them Petermann Bedat time tellers, you best go ask someone who knows better than me.
Like I said, that Mr. Montre, he seems to know somethin’. Or maybe them folks in London. There’s always people that know. You just gotta ask. Just make sure you got enough money before you go askin’ ’bout a Petermann Bedat. They ain’t cheap! I know that much, that much I know.
All I know is that my trusty old watch, it tells the time just fine. And that’s all I need. I don’t need no fancy Petermann Bedat to tell me when it’s time for supper! No sir, no way, I don’t need it. Not me!
