In a remarkable last act this sick pigeon somehow managed to manoeuvre himself onto this piece of roadside in what can only be interpreted as a cry for help. Sadly though it looks as if this Lassie, Flipper or Gentle Ben equivalent of the pigeon world’s efforts were in vain as it looks to have been ignored…and possibly reversed over.
Rest in peace sweet disease ridden, feathery prince
Spotted by Charlie Gee
I still don’t know how dry cleaning works and frankly I don’t want to. It’s a complete mystery to me how a person can walk into a dry cleaners with a vomit flecked tuxedo and a couple of days later can pick it up and it will be entirely clean…and all without the use of water! Does it have something to do with the strange smell all dry cleaners share? If you understand the process then please don’t tell me, I don’t want the illusion shattered. There’s very little magic left in this world so I take it wherever I can no matter how mundane and inconsequential.
The sign on this dry cleaners is, however, disconcertingly vague. “Some day dry cleaning” suggests that this shop takes a somewhat lackadaisical approach to their trade. If they can’t give me any definitive time that they’d be done working their voodoo on my soiled garments then frankly I’m not interested.
This is a damning inditement on this block of flats by the council. How is it that they even own signs like this? What purpose do they serve? Have they fenced this area off to protect the public from the people that live within? How dirty exactly is this area? So many questions.
Spotted by Alan Gilbey
Richmond is quite a lovely, genteel kind of place. Sitting by the river on a weekend it’s possible to enjoy a drink at one of the many riverside pubs, watch the river traffic glide by and also witness possibly the highest density gathering of people wearing Jack Will’s clothing in Western Europe. But underneath all that middle class something charm something much more sinister bubbles. There are people scrawling mysterious things straight out of the Book of Revelation, invoking the name of the “Whore of Babylon” in felt pen just yards from where people innocently sit. I mean really! Still at least another penman has come along and rightly branded the other a “wanker”
Spotted by Molly Brookfield
This sign opens up an interesting debate and I’d like to hear the opinions of some of this blog’s female readers. What exactly do you refer to your…erm…lady area as? In normal everyday parlance, amongst friends, to your partner etc. It’s well established for men, words like “penis”, “cock”, and “dick” pepper normal conversation across the sexes without blushes but try chucking the word “Vagina” into a conversation and watch peoples faces. It’s seems there’s no standardised, slang, inoffensive word to use. Why should this be? Is it that “Vagina” seems too coldy anatomical? If men were to have intimate waxing carried out more often would we refer to our pubic area as a “muff”?
I genuinely want to know the answer to these questions. Post your answers in the comments.
Spotted by Gareth McLean
