Broken Britain #3

I overheard the following conversation at the cinema last night between a young boy and his (I assume no longer live-in and not happy about it) father.  Bitter enough to almost spoil Source Code, although not in the end because Source Code was excellent.

Boy:  Dad, did you hear?  We're going to get a dog! 
Dad:  Yeah.  Well that's your problem mate, not mine.
Boy:  I don't understand.
Dad:  It won't work.  Dogs are a total pain in the arse.  Not.  A.  Good.  Idea.
(awkward silence)
Boy:  (under breath, mutinous) I think he'll be brilliant.
Dad:  Oh, just get a move on, will you?

Broken Britain #2 - This is not a brothel

I'm getting into this citizen journalism thing. The below was spotted by my crack team (me and the missus) on a smart street in Belgravia.

It's fair to assume a fair amount of seedy late-night confusion led to the owner feeling the sign was necessary.

Broken Britain - The death of Scooby Doo

Yesterday I was walking down Clapham Road when I came across the post-apocalyptic scene below. Outside a council estate were the remains of a bonfire, and on top of the charcoal was an eviscerated, man-sized Scooby Doo costume.

I very much fear for the well-being of the last man to wear the costume.