Potty politics

Rounding up the Week of Signs, here’s one that’s perhaps not quite so professional in execution, but it does deliver on the impact:

I confess to being particularly partial to public toilet graffiti. Used to be that you could get through Philosophy 101 of an evening at the club, what with repeated trips to the loo. These days—not so much, and I’m not sure why. Perhaps Twitter and Facebook have taken the place of restroom/cubicle walls?

Anyhow, if you look closely, I’m thinking that the particular gasbag being referenced (in this case, the current Prime Minister of the UK) is in temporary media. Meaning: someone’s taped his name onto the hand dryer—perhaps over another gasbag (Blair? Brown?).

And I’m thinking that that’s the beauty of the whole concept. Commercial hand dryers should come preprinted with “Press button for a short speech from”, and then either have a whiteboard-type surface or a supply of white tape, and a marking pen affixed by a chain to the device. You could perhaps work it out so you have to drop a quarter/20p/whatever the local unit of currency is to use the pen. On account of in every place where you have a public toilet, there are gasbag politicians at the national, regional or local level who’ve grievously pissed off their constituency.

It would be a total money-spinner for the establishment.

Mistake--or truth in labeling? You decide

Okay, as long as I’m following the signs, as it were, here’s one:

I don’t know in what establishment this was found. But evidently one whose employees and customers (most of them) don’t pay a whole lot of attention to spelling. Or editorial comment.

I mean—there are so many directions you can take this, that I, for one, am just poleaxed.

Signs, signs, everywhere a sign

I seem to be in the throes of A Theme this week. Here’s another interesting bit of signage:

It was in one of the London Underground stations, and was making the rounds on the Twitters for a brief period. It wasn’t that close to Halloween to be explained by seasonal silliness, exactly, but maybe someone was just getting it out of their system.

At any rate—points for cleverness, with extra points for the signoff to the wife.

Signs of the times (again)

I came across this photo in the course of my Web peregrinations.

I like it because, like the mobile art I shared yesterday, it raises so many questions in me.

How many people have gone up to test the edges? How many every day? Do they have to wash off the blood weekly, or do they just let the rain do that?

And what the hell is up with the “no car” icon in the lower right side? (Yes, of course it could be Photoshopped. But I still wonder about the car.)

Gratitude Monday: paying attention

For this Gratitude Monday, I think I’ll give you something that could be considered a small pleasure.

Well, unless you’re the owner of the car, of course.

But on one of my morning walks, I came across this non-factory paint job:

And what I’m grateful for is that it gives me something to wonder about. What’s the story behind that particular graffito? It’s got to be something more specific than just it was a nice expanse of white surface, surely?

You just never know what you’re going to find anywhere, so you need to unplug from the pod, look around you and really observe. Coming across something like this reminds me of that, and I’m grateful for it.

I’m also grateful that—as of the time of writing—there’s no similar artwork on my car. Although, in fairness, I’m not sure anything would stick to the panel through all the encrusted dirt.