Sunday, 22 August 2010

No self control.

Sometimes I just can't help myself...



Picture found discarded here and duly picked up. Seems to have become distorted in transit somehow.

I wonder, does anyone have access to the cloakroom these coats are stored in at night?

6 comments:

sixtypoundsaweekcleaner said...

I can't say that the crime rate has gone down in my local area, since the employment of these people, though I see these wardens throughout the city. There is still as much graffiti, litter and feral youth as ever. I daren't ask the council how much they cost us the taxpayer, as I think the figure would give me an apoplectic fit.

Leg-iron said...

They don't tackle criminals. Criminals are dangerous.

Twisted Root said...

Sandwell used to be called Oldbury; basically one huge sprawl of ageing heavy and light engineering industry. All gone now of course, nothing except gentlemen like the one in your picture. I had the misfortune to have several assignments there some years ago. Arsehole of the world we called it. I think that's why they changed the name.

The Filthy Engineer said...

I supposed he hasn't got broad enough shoulders to have "Insufferable" in front of wanker.

Old Nick said...

Sometimes even I have to stand up and be counted - see http://damned-to-hell.blogspot.com/2010/08/dr-alison-fraser.html

Dick Puddlecote said...

Invoice incoming for a keyboard. ;)

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