Don't Look Now
Okay, they've done it: the Post's Corps of Contributors have amassed enough collective weirdness to stage their own official Silly Season. That's what came over the virtual transom, so that's what you get: insanity. You will not believe your eyes.
This is not a civilised issue of the Post. It is not full of awesome photography – more, 'Aw, heck, what is that?' It is not a feel-good issue. More a look-over-your-shoulder issue. It should make you scratch your head and, I hope, laugh inordinately.
So here goes:
So peruse, enjoy, share, comment (nicely, so I don't get complaints). Remember: when you send me photos, tell me what I'm looking at. Do not assume things. I can think of the titles myself: more important than those puns you put in the subject lines are mundane factoids such as, 'This is the railway station in Stoke Poges. It looks nothing like the one in Stoke Newington, and only a silly foreigner would mistake them1. What I want you to notice is the pigeon on the clock.' Also let me know who and what I can or cannot mention.
Have a great week, and remember: there's a fine line between genius and madness, and h2g2 is on the razor's edge sometimes.
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Lionesses. Actually go hunting and get the job done.
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