Wednesday, 9 June 2010
I was in Tring, a small town in Hertfordshire, a few weeks ago. The natives of Tring must be sorely challenged in finding entertainment, because, close to our hotel, we found this. A pound of butter, hurled at a wall, on a saturday in may.
On Sunday, it was mysteriously translocated. Reflung.
Perhaps there's an explanation. And perhaps not.