Croyde rage

Hiya! Sorry I've been away for a while, but the missus and I have spent the last few days down in Devon having a "bit of a relax". It was lovely, thanks for asking.

And what made it even nicer was that the people of Croyde love a good pun. We found five while we were down there.. More than one a day! Let's all applaud the West Country.

This one was in a little gallery come nic-nac shop where I purchased a cheap bodyboard which I managed to single-handedly destroy with my overly muscular physique in one session. It was a tiny sign on a hand made birdhouse which hung in the front window:



Ah, that's cute. You can tell we're only a stone's throw from where Tarka The Otter was written, can't you. It's a nice, gentle entry into Devon punning that. In the same shop though, you could purchase a nose on a keyring, which leaked an off white substance when squeezed:



Another nice little gag, but also a bit of a lie.. because it is a bit funny. I'm 28 and I had a bit of a laugh. Ellie was good enough to demonstrate the snot dynamics for you here, bless here heart.

Now, this next one was in a nother shop, and it's one of those ones that is sort of 'inverted', in that it takes a well-known phrase and illustrates it with the words actual meanings. Some would say it a bit weak. And they'd be right. But given the last one, I wan't going to be picky:



Ellie's hand making another glamorous appearance there. She's becoming the Linda Lusardi of thepunningman.com (the prize stroking Linda, not the naughty one), and I'm fine with that. I just hope she is.

This one was my favourite of the weekend:



Could fall down if you're in favour of the "scon" pronunciation of that particular word, but it should be appreciated nonetheless. One other slight taint on it is the face that you have to drive past Stone Henge on the way home, and this time it took as ruddy AGES. YOU CAN SEE IT FROM THE ROAD YOU TWITS. Christ, we're only driving at 5mph, I could've sat on the roof and filmed the bloody thing with pinpoint precision.

Ugh. Anyway, as the traffic was so obnoxious, we stopped at some local services just after the well arranged rocks and Ellie pointed out the sign above the door:



Six hours of traffic, but it was almost worth it just for that.