Training day

I feel like I've been on trains a lot this week. And don't the just bombard you with adverts on there? Up and down the escalators, in the carraiges, on the platforms, I'm surprised the ticket inspectors aren't taught a spiel by Comet for every time you have to show him you aren't bunking.

But, this is of course a wonderful place for puns of all shapes and sizes to hide, as Gary found out when using good old South West Trains this week.



Perfect punning there, and an ideal opportunity for advertisers to once again bring up that pphoto of Hugh that we may otherwise have forgotten about. Ah, the golden boy of British cinema, eh.

I'm pretty shocked that no-one had spotted this one and sent me it though:



Multi-punning of the highest order, and the size of an Elephant and Castle! Come on people, spot it yourself and you could be Tooting your own horn!