Chortle ... Chortle ...

Sat on a bench this morning reading an old copy of Viz and the Morning Star ...

Spotted this piece of 'street art' ...

Can you believe that, at one stage, there was a queue in front of it?

A young woman sat down beside me and said, "That cash machine's just swallowed my card. You couldn't lend me a tenner could you?" and winked. I bit my lip, said nothing and continued to read 'Finbarr Saunders and his double entendres' ...