it’s been a while since i last walked past this sign, but it’s still here. interestingly i managed to include a clock in the picture so i can add this post to two categores.
when will the experiment end ? where will it be written up. who gets to keep the lab coats ?
i’ll get you a better picture of this sometime. it says “caution moving gate”. it brought a sad tear to my eye.
… unless it’s invisible laser light that can burn your eyes right off (unverified fact). please avoid the invisible beams.
so it appears there are two sorts of dangers. those we can see and those that we can’t. if we avoid both of those then we should be ok.
where do cows park their boats ? i don’t know either. i suspect this sign may provide some kind of answer.
this sign has a multitude of uses. it’s nice that people care.
a great word and a sign ignored.
it says “please do not place any items on this plinth”.
items means more than one, and there is only one bin, so it’s probably ok.
it was a week for contributed signs last week. here is one from Sara from her travels. it’s a road kill bingo card. the winner is the first person to spot (or for double points, run over) all the items on the sign.
this game is obviously slightly cruel so they have a dedicated help line for the animals.
cousin mike went on holiday with cousin catherine and returned with some sign pictures. here the general ones:
signs have feeling too (as also demonstrated here) and a lovely photo spot:
what is this guy smuggling ? a giant peapod ? a straight banana ? some giant lips ?
report suspicious people (especially people taking photos of signs) and some high voltage entertainment:
this is a very bizarre sign. what’s it saying ?
have people been complaining that the nightclub is too shoddy and the campaign to have it refitted have failed ? or has it closed and the owners want to squash the rumours of a refit ?
or maybe there’s some other explanation ?
here is a sign up a tree. but what does it say ?
squirrels and owls please take note.
contractual information displayed in an empty shop. notice my matrix like appearance in the reflection. that’s what i actually look like.
it was snowy this morning. here is a no entry gate
and here are the allotments by the station:
Weymouth is a funny place. we saw this woman last time we were there.
here is a shop which sells fancy goods. what are fancy goods ? well they aren’t cigarettes or rock. one man’s fancy is another’s normal. the shop is boarded up. perhaps someone took the owner’s fancy ?
next to the fancy good shop is this excessively elaborate public toilet:
and between the two is this very dodgy looking door which leads to a passageway between the two buildings. it claims to be a hotel !
what kind of a price is £12 ? £11.99 would have been better.
these little stickers are all over my village on lamposts and stuff. probably some pesky kids. but where were they from originally ? and what was the original price ?
i suspect it was a failed marketing campaign. some bright spark thought he’d advertise his £10 goods as newly increased priced at £12 to see if he could make some money. how foolish he would have felt when he’d realised his own stupidity.
where would we be without scissors ? some people are trying to find out.
here is a completely confusing sign i saw on the edge of a building site. the green goes nicely with the purples, but i haven’t a clue what it means.
it appears to be implying that the people in the middle are the centre of gravity.
perhaps it’s the holy trinity in the middle (God, Jesus, Holy Spirit in that order). The sign is subtly telling people “hey, this God/Jesus/Spirit thing. think about it. it’s the only way of making sense of life”.
i suspect it’s actually an emergency congregation point. which is also how some people think of God.
the gates were closed so i knocked on the door. thank fully there was no one in so i didn’t need to explain that i was just taking their sign literally.
or perhaps the joke was on me as there was some fantastic prize for the first person to follow the random street instructions.
we are programmed to obey orders. especially when they are written in such flambouyant handwriting
this might be my favouritistest sign of all time. it made me smile for days. it’s a tank chasing a monkey (thanks to jane for doing some fantastic driving to allow me to get out the car and take this photo):
but who would really win such a battle ? having had our car eaten by a monkey i could understand why things had changed by the time we reached the next roundabout:
here are some more monkeyless tank signs:
it appears we know the enemy is tracking our tanks.
