Bloomsday

This being Bloomsday, it was perhaps appropriate that my thoughts returned to the business of advertising again. On my own perambulation around my city (preceded, as Leopold's was, by pig meat - though myself not being Jewish this wasn't a problem) I thought about politics and funerals rightly enough. No red wine or gorgonzola though.

Anyway, I ain't Joyce in the writing stakes so I'll stop trying. I liked the way this placard holder was sitting next to one of the shiny drum-advertising screens which never seem to be on. "the more they overtech the plumbing, the easier it is to stop up the drains", as a Scottish engineer will say one day