This can’t be true can it? Not Tom Hanks, beloved star of Forrest Gump, Saving Private Ryan, Big, The Money Pit and Bachelor Party…it just can’t be. As a news source something scrawled on a wall is only marginally less trustworthy than Twitter. Perhaps a local crackhead accidentally saw Philadelphia, assumed it was a documentary and decided to pay tribute to the great man in marker pen.
Spotted by Daniel Alexander
I’m not entirely convinced that the name for this place didn’t exist before the business. The pun is so fine, so strong that anyone who came up with such a name would be compelled to make the dream into reality almost as a duty. The inception of a pun this perfect is the equivalent of having Excalibur thrust into your hand, it demands a quest, be it unifying the Britons or selling white goods on the streets of Stoke Newington. To paraphrase Stan Lee…”with great punmanship comes great responsibility”.
When I was around 17 years old I used to work in a charity shop and it was possibly one of the most entertaining jobs that I have ever had. Not only did I get to work with a cavalcade of, let me be kind, interesting people but I also got to witness some of the most bizarre examples of the humanity on my weekend shifts. In fact the time working there deserves a more expansive post than this so in the meantime I’ll just show you these.
This charity shop raises funds for a local cancer hospice so I’m impressed with the way they have unhesitatingly invoked the grim spectre of cancer in an act of psychological warfare against the handbag thief. Here they raise an interesting moral dilemma, if at some distant point in the future a lady were to be trundled into the hospice, ravaged by disease and looking for a peaceful and caring place to die, but yet within her terminally thieving hands she were clutching a DKNY handbag still bearing the price tag from this charity shop and clearly nicked some years before, would they then refuse her care. Would they then wheel her out into the street and then tip her into the gutter to fend for herself until the foxes came for her? The picture below, featuring both of the above signs alongside the charities slogan, may just answer that uncomfortable question.
You know when the whole concept of fusion cuisine has trickled down to the lower rungs of the catering industry when you begin to see abominations of this kind gracing the shelves of your local grocery store. There is a factory somewhere that is actually making these. Someone came up with these ideas, that is their job. Think about that.
Spotted by Jack Jelfs
