Peeping policeman

Officer Pablo Casablancas has sent me a mass of puns this week as we realised that I hadn't been receiving them via text. I hope no-one else has been texting pictures to me to no reply, thinking me quite the tosspot. It's the 21st Century people.. Email does exist.



Don't worry, I've kicked off with the weakest just to warm you up. It's chillybubs out there! I should know, I was barefoot in Richmond Park this afternoon. Lack of forsight from myself there, perhaps.



I thought I'd been sent this one before, but it's just that I remembered walking past it on several occasions when up at London's South Bank. I haven't eaten there yet though. I'm only a newcomer to the whole concept of raw fish, so maybe I'll wait it out.



Yes pie minister! Hope the people at Twitter haven't seen this packaging though. The designer in me is saying "that looks just like the Twitter bird, and the swatch is awfully close to their blue!" And you can cock off calling me a nerd. I saw you queuing up at midnight for the new Call of Duty. Yes you, Mr Xbox 720 with the lights of death and all that.



Here's the real delight of the bunch. Just one little "n" has taken a regular pub notice and made it a piece of literary joy. Bravo White Lion. Bravo inndeed.