Light in your head and dead on your feet
Whoops, I seem to have acquired the nasty habit of posting quick silliness to my Tumblr and neglecting my LJ, with the vague hope that I shall return when I have something more substantial to say. Apparently I forgot that I never have anything substantial to say.
Anyway, I've decided that if something's good enough for Tumblr, it might as well go here as well. The first picture below is a genuine London street sign (it's near Baker Street). The second pic is simply the image that pops into my head whenever I see it:
Here's the Tumblr link for all your reblogging needs.
By the way, I originally tried to take the photo a few weeks back, but couldn't because the street sign in question had been stolen! (It's now been replaced, as the photo proves.) In fact, there were originally two signs, one on either side of the street, and they'd BOTH been nicked, presumably by some over-enthusiastic Sherlock fan with criminal tendencies. Or maybe just a drunken student, it's hard to deduce. In any case, I'm pretty sure that this is why we can't have nice things and would write a stern letter to The Times about it, if only I didn't have three thousand sillier things to do....
Anyway, I've decided that if something's good enough for Tumblr, it might as well go here as well. The first picture below is a genuine London street sign (it's near Baker Street). The second pic is simply the image that pops into my head whenever I see it:
Here's the Tumblr link for all your reblogging needs.
By the way, I originally tried to take the photo a few weeks back, but couldn't because the street sign in question had been stolen! (It's now been replaced, as the photo proves.) In fact, there were originally two signs, one on either side of the street, and they'd BOTH been nicked, presumably by some over-enthusiastic Sherlock fan with criminal tendencies. Or maybe just a drunken student, it's hard to deduce. In any case, I'm pretty sure that this is why we can't have nice things and would write a stern letter to The Times about it, if only I didn't have three thousand sillier things to do....