Leftwing Idiot and I were in a cab the other day sitting in a traffic jam. I looked up and suddenly started laughing with giddy delight. My tics chipped in:
“Oh lamp-post, discretion is your middle bin.”
“Lamp-post, are you playing hide and seek?”
“Hello stealth post.”
What had triggered this flurry of lamp-post-based excitement? This:
I was still chuckling about this cunningly concealed post as the traffic moved off and we edged slowly on through the city.