Fire Like This

Nothing pleases me more then when something which essentialy quite boring tries to liven itself up with a well executed pun. Let's take the world of fireplaces, for example. Hardly the Ferrari showroom, is it? But one particular establishment in Wimbledon Chase has stepped up their efforts to get those customers in:



..and I tell you what. When we buy our house, which (if any of the ones we've viewed so far are to go by) will have a fireplace, then this is where we will be shopping.

Thanks to Doc Thirde yet again for that!

And don't forget the joker

Praise be to my old friend Axl, who after much hard drive (as well as soul) searching has been able to find me an absolute beauty from her time in Vancouver back in 2006.



I reckon this must be the joint Lemmy uses to get his leathers looking so spanking!

Puns don't kill people

I've told you before what a big fan I am of tshirts, haven't I?
Well, here's further evidence as to why:



Well, I suppose it's kind of the antithesis of my PUNS NOT GUNS shirt, but I can get on board with this, because let's face it, it;s a beauty!

Designed and sold by the maniacs at Skate Mental, but if you want one in the UK, I'd suggest purchasing from the good people at Bored of Southsea.

And if you want even more shirts, why not visit my online shop? There's plenty of stuff left taking up valuable space in my lounge!

On the road again

There's been a wealth of tomfoolery on the roads the past days, and I'm not talking about bad drivers (though I've seen plenty of examples of that recently too, believe you me). Is always handy having a co-pilot with you to snap anything should something crop up!



Good tip that!



...its what you need if you wanna be a Record Breaker! (ok, that was dedication, but you get the picture. Sorry Roy).

Absolutely invegetable!

Thanks to the one and only Ian Chaddock for sending me this absolute corker he found in Stoke Newington! If East London weren't awash with Burrito places, I'd like to think he'd be in here every day, laughing his lovely head off.



Man, I hope there's a creature hiding in the toilet!

Windows was my idea!

Thanks to Gaz for sending in this van that belongs to an mate of his, in his locale of Brizzle (that's Bristol to the unhip among you).

He says "An old schoolfriend called Ian Doble has started his own glazing company, he couldn't not call it this really could he..? It doesn't say his name on the van though so I assume most people just think he can't spell."



Don't worry Ian, we all know the truth, and we salute you!

Cheese guys!

Thanks to Ian and the good folk at Big Cheese? Magazine who featured The Punning Man in their April issue!



My first bit of coverage in print! Make sure you keep sending me stuff so people have stuff to read, eh? (I am fully aware I've been slack of late. I'm working on it!)

Buy the way...

Thought I'd pop a gentle reminder up here that the official Punning Man merchandise is now available to purchase from our online store, and we're running low on a couple of bits, so get those orders in in time for the sunshine!



Look how happy it's made Tom!
THAT COULD BE YOU!

VISIT THE SHOP

Lads on Torquay

Thanks to Rob, who had the unenviable task of going to Torquay recently, but was able to perk it up by finding this little beauty amongst the traffic.

Snacks of Desperation

Good grief, I've done it again, haven't I? It's been just ages since I've graced your screens, and for that I make the pathetic attempt at apologising once again. After a few months flirting with the world of freelancing, I'm now back in the full on rat race you see, so the pressure's been on. Commuting, late nights, all that.

PATHETIC

Excuses, that's all these are. And you want gags, not excuses! So let's get right into the meaty stuff (sorry veggies.. There's a falafel alternative for you), and I guess we might as well get down to a bumper edition. How's about that?

While I was still freelancing, lunchbreaks were spent scouring towns for puns, but most days went unfulfilled. However, I spent a few days in lovely Twickenham, where I found a pair of beauties:



Quite a dangerous one this, when you're line of work most likely entails dressing up mutton, but I suppose that's the point. I should probably point out that Twickenham doesn't actually have any beaches, either. But I'm sure you knew that.



What's sad about this, is it looks like Jack's given up on the stripping business. I'm guessing he was into woodwork and not the 'Full Monty' line of work. Either way, the recession probably hit poor Jack hard.



I've had this magnet stuck to my fridge for ages, but only the otehr day did it dawn on me just how brilliant it was. Now I know it's all too easy to jump on the bandwagon to shout Nando's praises, but fly me, do they do a mean bird. And it's punorama in that joint! The people grilling the chicken have GRILLERS IN THE MIST plastered across their shirts. That's GOLD, that it. If anyone's got a photo of that it'd be much appreciated.



Another Sean (also formerly of Kingston) sent me this little one, which is as good as it's name claims. I can't vouch for how good they taste, though.



And finally, to end the snacking theme that seems to have emerged, Ryan sent me this, from the crisp packet collection of a man named Dave, which smacks of eightie's childhood so much that I almost shed a little tear for lost youth.

Ok, that's a bit melodramatic, but it is a good'un.