Found this week on the ever-amusing b3ta.com:
"My friend says that if she died in a car accident, she wouldn't want bunches of flowers [tied to the nearest street furniture], as her opinion of them is similar to yours. Instead she wants a giant statue of her saying "SLOW DOWN" as it moves its arm up and down in the style of a traffic policeman."
Be it hereby noted and enacted that I WANT THAT TOO. Okay?
(A special prize to anyone except
bhata who can say why this has got me thinking of Half Man Half Biscuit. Who, incidentally, I saw in Kentish Town last Thursday week, and very good they were too. They even got people starting a mosh pit centre stage, as though they were metallers or grungers instead of urbane quirk-rockers.)