In the truest style of avoiding a problem rather than fixing it, I’ve found a workaround to post photos. I uploaded a month’s worth of snapshots and wondered, oh my god, what if I lost my phone and some poor bugger snooped through the photo gallery?

A rolling car gathers no grass?

I was on a work trip last week and found this label on a toilet cistern. I’d like to know: how many ducks fit in a toilet bowl?

Marketing: fail. Would you?

My gym has large families of stuffed toys in the change room. I still don’t know why, but I think it’s because they run kids’ martial arts classes and maybe the l’il girls need something to hug after kickboxing the bejesus out of their friends. But if the rocking horse is rocking, don’t bother knocking (I didn’t assemble the animals in that position, by the way).

Crank-o-meter: momentarily distracted