Spotted by George outside his local church in East London:
related: He died for your clip art
Ah, first world problems.
(Spotted by Kim in Manchester, U.K.)
related: My query on the egg salad ban
James in the U.K. recently came home from football practice to discover that, in his absence, his mother had gotten a peek at his Internet browser history (“full of…well, I’m 15, I’m sure you can guess.”) As cool as his mum was about the whole thing, says James, “I still don’t know if I’ll be able to look her in the face for a while.”
“Happy viewing”? Nicely played, Mum.
The missing last line of this story: “Unfortunately, it just made people slam the door more loudly out of spite.”
(Upon publication, this story was roundly slammed by reviewers.)
Would you care to furnish the last line of this haiku?
related: Sandwich guilt
extra credit: Lunch Bugs Anti-Theft Sandwich Bags
Halloween: smashing children’s dreams, one pumpkin at a time. (Sigh)
(Spotted by Toby in the U.K.)
Spotted by Vicky at an antiques shop in Bath, England: a modern twist on the ancient local tradition of curse tablets. (To quote Wikipedia: “About 130 curse tablets have been found at Aquae Sulis, now Bath in England, where many of the curses related to thefts of clothes whilst the victim was bathing.”)
related: Law & Order: Social Media Unit
extra credit: Curse tablets of Roman Britain
“One of our local parks has a busy tea shop that’s popular with walkers, cyclists, families and people exercising their dogs,” says Clive in Brighton. “I don’t blame them for getting fed up with demanding dog owners, and I suppose a note is one way to communicate, but in rhyme? And, worse, rhyme this bad?”
Adds David: “The completely knackered fence is in front of an overgrown plot and right next door to a well looked-after house (possibly owned by old folk who are convinced the neighbourhood has gone to ruin.”)
Meanwhile, Alison was a bit perplexed by this note (and the seemingly undisturbed hedge below) in West Hampstead. “I stared at the hedge for ages trying to work out what was wrong with it,” she says. “Finally I just took a picture and ran away.”
extra credit: An American’s Guide to Britishisms [effingpot.com]
Spotted by Helen in the window of a shop in Haworth, West Yorkshire.
(It was closed.)