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Date: 01/11/05
Signs Of The Times, # Whatever
Went past the Wrexham branch of B&Q today. They had a sign
announcing the completion of the store's refurbishment. The sign read:
I pondered this for a moment; indeed, I nearly walked into
someone's garden wall. Can anything be less than fully complete? It's
got to be both, surely?
I was rescued from the depression caused by corporate illiteracy by
the sight of a garishly-accoutred estate car going past on the way to
the nearby hospital. In large crimson letters on the back, it carried
this poetic image:
Sometimes, I suppose, pedantry gets in the way of being transported
to another realm of thought.