Wednesday, August 25, 2010

and they put a spice girls song in my head

In a disturbing new development in the footpath wars, an electricity company is trying to grab your feet with its hands: They've pooped these mouse pads all over the place. Is this really going to work?
Or are they just going to be the boy who cried wolf, in sheep's clothing, so to speak. Are people going to be annoyed they stopped to read this sign because it made them miss their bus and their boss Barry doesn't take shite public transport as an excuse for lateness any more, what with the new b-line and all, so that next time they see a danger sign they will ignore it thinking it's just another crappy Contact attempt to make contact, and this time they'll be driving their car, which then crashes through the barrier at the end of the dead-end road and falls off a cliff?
Tragedy. Luckily, it won't happen, at least not at the top end of Mt Eden road, because in Contact's defence these illegal litterings are more easily removed than stencilling.


  1. Oh no! I'm gonna have that Bee Gees going through my head alllll day. *When the feelings gone and you can't go on...*

  2. Oh no, now I've got it in my head, too. (Maybe that's the song to sing at the concert, Nina!) Ix

  3. This underhand underfoot tactic needs to be eradicated. Let's pay some talkback radio loonies $10 each to cluster bomb the Leighton Smith show.

  4. I can hear the harmonies now ladies!
    Great thinking Dr Edit - they will be un(der)done.