The Web of Evil

Be honest, Pringles, it’s not really going to be “a whole new experience”, is it? It’s going to be remarkably akin to the familiar dismal experience of eating a bunch of Pringles. Basically, it’s Pringles Gourmet all over again.

For an alternative, less zesty approach to marketing, check out this zinger from a hoarding in Pimlico.



It’s even better if you imagine it being said by Alan Partridge.

What was this doing parked on a petrol station forecourt on Albert Embankment? Is it part of an international police exchange programme?




Quite a big ask just to get a couple of shirts done:




Fail.




There’s a small community garden round the corner from me. The children’s area contains a couple of wooden swings, a seesaw and this fun wooden construction with its high beam and broken rope and… the drop through the floor… It’s not, is it?

This is London's most disappointing fountain. Over the junction from my house, it marks the spot where public hangings were carried out until the nineteenth century. The photographer has captured it in a rare moment of joie de vivre; normally it coughs, spurts and dribbles as if it's just been beaten up by a gang of other fountains. Six years I've lived near it now, and the above is the most animated I've ever seen it.

EXCEPT now we have water restrictions in place and we're the closest to severe water supply curtailment we've been in 30 years, the bloody thing's gushing like a fire extinguisher. The water spouts were taller than me when I passed it today. And not only is its timing terrible, but now that I get to see it in all its glory I realise that it's still rubbish. Disappointment all round.