One of my lovely missives.
THE English love cryptic messages, from Stonehenge, to Hawkwind, to Lewis Carroll, to backwards exhortings on Judas Priest records.
Yesterday I just kept coming across them, from a nonsensical egg-based riddle on the toilet door at work, to a giant rabbit up a tree in Collingwood (where a few streets away I saw a chap tip out the contents of a wrap onto the pavement and then attempt to snort it up) and a miniature fanzine on the tram.
If I subscribed to “everything happens for a reason”, I’d be buying gift subscriptions for all my friends.
Suitably inspired, today I decide to plaster my own confounding messages around town. At first I wrack my brains to think of some, but then I remember the fortunes from my fortune cookies. Four immediately go up in the toilet stalls at work. I listen intently when someone enters the cubicle next to me, but there comes no delighted “Oh!”
An hour later when I go in to check, all four fortunes have unfortunately been removed – presumably for health and safety reasons.
Keeper? Yes, enjoyed this – but got distracted from making it a more exhaustive mission.
- This was stuck to the toilet door yesterday.
This was on the tram!
This was up a tree!!
Hey man, now you're really living 
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