They must have a problem with fraternity initiations in the area.

Multiple Sclerosis Street doesn’t roll off the tongue the same way.

I believe this will only work against very short people. Very short people unable to locate a small box so they can jump over it. My inseam is taller.

Walking along one of the canals in London, I came across this sign, and instantly thought: “Some dumbass installed it upside down.”  Then I realized that no, I was the dumbass, as the point was that the reflection would be right-side up.

My sister, standing next to me, made sure I realized what a dumbass I was. Aren’t sisters wonderful?

This must be the midget section of the Stoke Newington Cemetery.

This is London Fields? Where are the fields?  All I see are a bunch of ugly buildings. No wonder Martin Amis’ novel is supposed to be depressing.

This is just a random scene from Camden High Street in Camden Town, basically London’s equivalent of Venice Beach in Los Angeles. It’s where all the freaks congregate and the rock-oriented bohemian subculture of the city basically exists, (alongside Shoreditch).

But, as usual, a bunch of developers want to come in, since it’s a trendy area, never mind that their presence will basically undo the coolness the area possesses.  It’s kind of like when you and your buddies are hanging out, and your Dad, going through a mid-life crisis, wants to be cool again, and wants to hang out with you, but the very fact that he will, will basically undo any credibility you’ve managed to gain.

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I’m sure more than one or two random Americans have entered this pub thinking “oh yeah!” only to find that it’s actually, well, just a drinking establishment. I can imagine their disappointment as they go in, expecting some kind of fully nude pole dancing, only to find some dude standing there, asking what they’ll have to drink.

Unlike the Spread Eagle in Shoreditch, which actually used to be a strip club, this one is just, (sadly, depending on your perspective), a pub. A very misleadingly named pub no less.

From June 1, drinking is banned on London’s public transport, which was a surprise for me, since I always thought it was banned, (it’s banned in Budapest). To be honest, I think it’s a good idea, but as such things go, people decided to go out for one last night of carnage. This is just one such example.

I bought this lighter in an off-licence in Chalk Farm last weekend. Since they keep them behind the counter, the guy just grabbed one, showed me that it worked, and sold it. It was only later that I noticed the image on it.