No trip to England would be complete without my needing to puzzle over/marvel at various signs I run across.
The hound shown here is a dead ringer for my dog Hank. I'm pretty sure he would not be able to get a whistle into his big lolling mouth. Also, he's not scolding the dog shown on the sign, he's giving him a "high five". "Oy, good one pal, so smelly it's glowing incandescent red!" I ran into another Hank related sign at the Hexham Car Boot Fair:
Another item from the Boot Fair....
I think this ends quite badly. A voice activated face squeezer? It would probably strangle you when your spoken command came out a little muffled because you had your jaw already held shut with a foam rubber noose....... "Bhlvxv"...."BHHVOLLES!............xxxxxxxx"
And finally from Chillingham a far more practical safety notice:
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