Saturday, September 22, 2007

Were this a contest, I might be winning.

The newly re-posting Four Inches of Ego has two whole exhibits of British signage and ways it might be translated. I had these on my mind when I set out on a walk late this afternoon, and sure enough, the first thing I saw was the most incredible sign I've ever encountered. Even though I was out for 2.5 hours and covered 6.5 miles (or so), I saw little that rivaled this one for sheer stagger value:

Click on the image to enlarge--and thus to witness someone's predictable but still amusing amendment to the sign's language.

Why 6.5 miles? you may wonder. Let's just say that I went out looking for something (something small, you know, like the first women's college at Cambridge) and underestimated how far away it was and how much I might need a map to get there. And then let's just say that I decided to turn my bewilderment into a chance to see more of the northwest side of my new home. And see it I did. But I will admit that, though I was never actually lost, it was something of a relief to get back to my usual bridge, in the calm of the falling day, and to see the river shining the evening sky back at me.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Remember, lost means no one ever sees you again.

10:25 PM, September 22, 2007  
Blogger Dr. S said...

Indeed! And if you don't know where you're going, any road is liable to take you somewhere.

3:19 AM, September 23, 2007  
Blogger four inches of ego said...

It, as I believe they say in our country, is on.

8:01 AM, September 23, 2007  

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