My neighbours in Kemptown have quite a way with words. It's not everyone who can write a sign which includes the words 'please', 'thank you' and 'pissing'.
But talking of unlikely signs, here's Amelie at a Fiery Food Festival...
Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. But a chilli pepper might.
To be honest, neither Amelie nor I are big fans of spicy food (although I've been told I'm hot stuff), but that didn't stop us walking all the way to Hove for the festival on Sunday. Of course, in an ideal world, the Fiery Food website would have made it clear that they'd be charging a £2.50 entry fee before we trekked two miles along the seafront, but you can't have everything in life. I considered trying to get in without a ticket, but you don't really want to go breaking and entering into an enclosure full of people armed with pepper spray. So we peered through the fence, sniffed the air, and then walked home empty-handed. Frankly I can do without fire in my belly.
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