Other people’s graffiti

Other people’s graffiti

In an attempt to bring a bit of levity to my Friday afternoon I’ve come up with a new feature I’m imaginatively calling ‘Other people’s graffiti’. Just putting up pictures of your own stuff seems a little self absorbed so I thought it was about time we branched out and started sharing the love – so each week (or frankly whenever we fancy it) we’ll be posting something that has somehow managed to snag our attention.

Today’s shot was taken at the Queen’s official residence in Scotland – The Palace of Holyroodhouse in Edinburgh – and features some ancient graffiti that was, I’m reliably informed, scratched in place over countless days/nights by bored guards. You’ve got to have a seriously mind-numbing number of hours on your hands to consider engraving your whole name and the date in stone by hand using (assumably) the tip of a knife or something similar. That’s dedication (or terminal boredom) for you.

Cheers

id-iom

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Cognitive dissonance

Cognitive dissonance

You know Christmas is approaching when the perfume and aftershave ads hit saturation point. In the name of science this poor soul has been watching back to back perfume adverts for 48 hours straight and, as you can see, the effects are becoming profound. He just can’t take it anymore and is now unsure of even the basics of reality. If he’s forced to watch more he will eventually believe he’s Gerard Butler with a faux French accent in an abstract world of soft focus women and cars in situations that make literally no sense whatsoever. You can see then why he’s looking a little discombobulated. He’s just lucky we didn’t make him watch the advert for Nicole Polizzi’s ‘Snooki’ perfume. He would be dead by now.

Cheers

id-iom