Monday, 13 December 2010
And The Sign Said.
Okay, and the sign 'said'. No, of course not, I mean a sign wouldn't 'talk'. Would it? Well, I did find myself muttering away to the sign below. I can assure you it did not respond.
Now, I'm not one to swear in my blogs. Don't really need to use Anglo-Saxon derivatives as some kinda' fucking shock factor! Oh no, not me! Notice my usage of the exclamation mark! Aren't you impressed?!
So for documentary purposes, only, here is what I asked of the sign in the photograph. "What the fuck do you mean? 45 minutes? No return within 1 hour? If I'm only allowed 45 minutes, then why oh why do you state that I cannot return within 1 hour? What happens if I sneak into my car before the hour has expired? Does this mean that actually you want me to stay away 15 minutes more than the allotted time, so that some traffic warden can slap a ticket on my car? Answer me sign! Give me a sign. For fuck sakes!"
End of documentary purposes. I must say that some pedestrians gave me some rather strange looks as I took this photo and chatted to the sign. I wonder why.
Now this is only a brief blog.
Because I'm feeling a little saw.
To end this brief posting, I submit the above photograph. And before you ask, it's not an orgy involving Casper the friendly ghost's family. I wonder what your interpretation of it is, and which 'person' would represent how you feel about your life. You can click on the photo to make it larger.
That's it for me. It's a sign of the times and I'm signing off.