Wednesday, 20 December 2006

11-pin bowling

Please excuse the blurry photo - my camera's not the best for close ups.You're looking at the wonders of a poster on a Village Community noticeboard. There's to be a bowling competition - with an illustration of said sport helpfully illustrated next to the headline. What's unusual about this version of bowling is that it appears that it involves having your cock hanging out. In full swing, so to speak. On closer examination, however, I believe the artist meant to convey the detail of the bowler's flies. Well, I did see this in Wales.

Tuesday, 12 December 2006

Cut-Price Kitchen

Your complete kitchen, available on the side of a road in North London. Includes washing machine and all-in-one Fisher-Price oven. I wonder, did the person who dumped these two kitchen appliances combine then deliberately? Or was this sheer coincidence, the washing machine swallowing its last sock, the kids getting too old for pretend baking - at exactly the same time. Or perhaps someone else added one to the other at a later date. Whichever, thank you, it was inspired.

Tuesday, 28 November 2006

There is another way

As I was impatiently waiting for the bank to open, I spotted this sitting in the window, perched on top of a filing cabinet. I can only imagine what my bank is doing with vinyl exam gloves. Perhaps another way of combating fraud? Instead of giving your mother's maiden name, a more thorough examination of your person is now the order of the day.

Thursday, 16 November 2006

Things you find on the street

You never know what someone will decide they don't want anymore and leave on the side of the street. Oddly, this day someone decided that the 50 or so very large, different letters which made up a huge sign was something they didn't want to have around anymore. For those of you puzzling over the photo, they're the sort of signs you find around Brighton Pier, filled with light bulbs to make up each letter. So, as a result of this rejection, they were piled up on top of each other in a London back alley. What the sign once said, I've no idea. If only Richard Whiteley was still alive. He'd solve this conundrum.