A picture round up.

In Brighton, I saw this:

Obviously personalised number plates are the DVLC's way of informing us which drivers are verging on insanity, but this is particularly nauseating. Bigest. It doesn't mean anything.

“Why do you have a number plate that says 'BIGEST”?”

“No-no, it's biggest!”
“That's not what it says. It says bigest. Which means nothing. In fact, I'm sure that legally that G there should really be a 6, so it means even less than nothing.”
“Oh, come on, it's nearly the same…”
“Well, we could equally mistake you for someone who really enjoys DIGESTing food, if you follow through the insane logic of that statement.”
“Well, I do.”
“Oh, well that's alright then.”

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I've had a go on this toilet:

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This was the scene was Sully Centurions won the National Village Cricket Championship at Lord's today:

and this was my reaction, as I tried to do a passable imitation of a member of Blue Rondo A La Turk: