Fish and chips the only solution!

Bad punctuation! ANL-140508-131418001
Bad punctuation! ANL-140508-131418001

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Angel overheard part of a conversation that made her giggle while visiting Great Yarmouth last week. As a family group strolled along the front, the mum said: “The only solution is fish and chips.” Angel guesses they were talking about lunch options and totally agrees!

* The editor was on holiday in Portugal last week, but still getting annoyed over bad punctuation. You might have thought the sentiments of this graffiti (see picture ) would have annoyed him, but no, it was the rogue apostrophe.

* One of Angel’s lovely colleagues emailed all staff this week to let them know the painters were busy at Guardian towers and to take care when walking through a particular area. And who was the only one to pick up paint on her hands? The sender of the message, of course!

* On a recent commute into the office, Angel was delighted to be stood on the 505 bus to Spalding next to a lovely lady and her equally lovely dog who Angel was allowed to fuss for the entire journey – what a nice start to the day! Angel now believes that all buses should come complete with dogs for passengers to play with before and after work, following in the new tradition of cat cafes and the like.

* Angel picked up a leaflet advertising last weekend’s Blokesfest, which looked like a really good event. Angel did have to laugh, though, when on turning the leaflet over, she saw a slightly patronising advert for “the girls” who, presumably would be abandoned for the day as their men folk attended the festival. Angel, for one, thinks that a day at Blokesfest would certainly have been a lot more entertaining than shopping – Angel is as game as the next man when it comes to chilli eating and beer drinking. Ladylike? Perhaps not. Fun? Definitely.

* Angel overheard a discussion in the Guardian advertisement department yesterday that finished with one of those involved speechless.

One staff member was very eloquently explaining to another worker why we should refer to a “railway station” and not “a train station”, when a third person popped her head round the door and delivered the following rebuke: “Stop trying to sound posh... you’re from Boston.”