Unions of the World, unite!
Earlier on in the year, I bored you to tears with a letter from my podiatrist (to whom I had been referred), to the Consultant Physiotherapist. The content of this nonsense is neither here nor there, but I did post a very entertaining picture for your amusement.
Refresh your memories here.
I found another corker of a sign at a public convenience by the underground station that serves the O2 arena.
Now that is a specific closing time!