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On the subject of the previous post on the number 111, i think it’s a good a time than ever to post another 111 update as there has been quite a high level of quality of 111 sightings in recent times. So here are a few more…

Skysports getting in on the joke

Skysports getting in on the joke

The above is taken from SkySports tv advertisement for the Champions League next season (2010/2011 season). How many games are they showing?? This advert seems to always be on at the moment too.

Playboy find 111 sexy

Playboy find 111 sexy

I was doing some research on Playboy at work and what was the main article on the homepage? No, I don’t get it either.

Ashes to Ashes countdown clock

Ashes to Ashes countdown clock

This was taken from the first episode of Ashes to Ashes series 3. There was a countdown clock in the office counting down to when the kidnapped child was going to die. You may think so what, there was a countdown, it was bound to show this time, well maybe, but there were only 2 sightings of the clock in the episode and shortly after this final sighting of the countdown clock they actually found the kidnapped child.

Mike Ashley is a fan

Mike Ashley is a fan

Any excuse to feature 111 in a newspaper these days hey

Any excuse to feature 111 in a newspaper these days hey

My first ever £1.11 receipt

My first ever £1.11 receipt

Some doubters may think I deliberately make sure everything I buy totals to £1.11, but you are wrong, I would never force a 111 on myself, it happens enough as it is. I only have had 3 £1.11 receipts so far and the above was my first. This one really was unusual because someone I worked with was going to the local shop and asked if I wanted anything. When he came back he gave everyone their items and receipts, amazingly my choice of drink and sweet came to £1.11!

UFC 111

UFC 111

I don’t know much about UFC, but I have a few friends on Facebook who do. Recently the big event – ‘UFC 111’ happened and got mentioned a lot on my news feed. I thought it was a joke until I found the site for the event and it was in fact real.

Below are 2 news articles I actually saw quite awhile go but I went and found again to add to my new blog as they were such good sightings…

Harry Patch dies aged 111

Harry Patch dies aged 111

Reptile becomes a father aged 111

Reptile becomes a father aged 111

Remember you can see them all at ‘I See 111 Everywhere’ blog.

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I promise I won't

I promise I won't

Now where would find a sign like this? Seriously where would you put a sign saying to lay off the hippies? I suppose a place where there are a lot of hippies around (to warrant the sign) but are also victimised because of their hippy nature?

Well, not really, it was on the door of the men’s toilets (it was not on the women’s toilets) of an old man’s pub in Brighton. Obviously the owner of this pub really felt there was a cause to fight for – the defending of hippies being teased.

Good job that sign was there to remind me, I had almost forgot. Silly me!

This whole story began a few years ago back home in Worcester. I was on a night out with some friends and we ended up going to Gonzos nightclub. It was a standard night until just after midnight when something unexpected ran past me as I was sat on the couch.

It was a cat! How did a cat get into a nightclub?? The cat then decided to sit on the armchair next to me – yes not only do I attract weird people I attract weird animals too. Being tipsy and loving opportunities like these I decided to get several photos with the cat.

Me and Gonzo working the camera

Me and Gonzo working the camera

Everyone loves Gonzo

Everyone loves Gonzo

That night we decided to name him between ourselves – Gonzo, after the nightclub. A Facebook page was set up and he was a very popular social networking cat.

The thing was, a cat in the nightclub, you would expect that to be a one off. Well… it wasn’t. It turned out Gonzo was a regular shape thrower with all the other nightclub scenesters! While I was back in London my friends informed me they had seen Gonzo a few more times when they went back to this club.

A year had passed since I had been back to the scene of the crime, but here I was, about to enter Gonzo nightclub again. Will I see Gonzo the cat a year later?? Will I? Well not only did I see him, he’s such a focal point of the nightclub he now even has his own stool!!

Gonzo's throne

Gonzo's throne

A dog is not just for christmas

A dog is not just for christmas

This is my final Christmas related post for now. I was outside Brixton tube one night just before Christmas when I passed by this busker. His Christmas hat was a nice touch, but the Christmas top and hat for the dog really made it for me. The dog was very well trained because he didn’t move, but unfortunately not much music was coming from him.

Still this dog has a long way to go to match Bella – Will’s/Office dog at Acknowledgement. My fellow employees keep buying outfits for Will’s dog and then claim they were bought by the fictional dog Stella (apparently Bella’s best mate).

Bella all shiny

Bella all shiny

Bella working it

Bella working it

While I mention Bella, I should also point out how much she loves to sun bathe and the photo below proves it…

Bella sunbathing

Bella sunbathing

Finally I shall just point out this piece of artwork I saw in a gallery in Mayfair a few months back. It was a stuffed dog eating a rodent which I thought was frighteningly similar to Bella.

A piece of art

A piece of art

The Jesus army badge

The modern Jesus army badge

Sticking on the Christmas theme (this is stretching the post similarities I know) is this beauty. Me and my mate Tom were walking through the backstreets north of Oxford Street when we came across the modern Jesus army van. It was all on it’s own. It was Sunday that day too, surely it should be in use on this religious day. What was it doing there? What is this all about? If it belonged to someone in the building it was parked outside then to afford a place there, the church must be paying well these days.

The modern Jesus army van

The modern Jesus army van

Unbelievable

Unbelievable

It was rubbish collection day and so I put the bin bags out the night before like usual. I came back after lectures that day to find that for some reason, and the first and only time ever the bin bags were still outside my house. In fact they were the only bin bags left outside anyones house.

I inspected the rubbish to find this note left by the bin bags. They were not collected because I had tied my bin bags?? Hang on, doesn’t every person in the country tie their bin bags, isn’t that the idea? I then phoned the council on the number on the note and they had never heard of this before and thought I was winding them up! The woman from the council couldn’t stop laughing and thought it was ridiculous.

In the end we got our landlord to take the rubbish to the skip. The following weeks after we tied the bin bags just like before but they were rightly taken away from the bin men.

 

Chicken?

Chicken?

Possibly the worst chicken shop name? I suppose it’s too the point and the customer knows exactly what they can buy. Chicken.

 

I recently went to get my hair cut back where I used to live in Palmers Green. I have a wierd thing with hairdressers, only 3 salons have ever cut my hair and I just feel uncomfortable going to a new salon. That is why I go on a 3 hour round trip to get my hair done. Convient? No.

The one salon is a family friends from back home I’ve gone to my whole time in Worcester. The 2nd was in Oakwood, London near my halls and I only went in there once. I ended up having the worst hair cut of my life, but that wasn’t what put me off. This was a proper rude boy barbers I was to discover. During my 30 minutes in there I was offered, and no joke, illegal Batman and Star Wars merchandise, 2 A0 metal picture frames, t-shirts, cocaine and weed. I said no to all. All I wanted was a hair cut.

The third and current salon is in Palmers Green and this is where this post takes shape. I do miss the wierdos in Palmers Green, I really do, everyone is just too normal in Crouch End and sometimes that is not a good thing.

I got off the bus and crossed the road. I was in the middle of the main road when I heard someone shouting at me. It was a tramp asking me if I could give him some money. I replied “I am in the middle of crossing a main road and would like to get to the other side. No thank you.”

I entered the salon and waited my turn. I then got my hair washed before it was cut. There was a new woman washing the customer’s hair, she seemed like an illegal immigrant (possibly) and 50 years old. I question this, because she is 50, why is she just washing hair? To be fair she seemed nice enough. I layed back and she said i will alter the seat, she yanked it so far upwards as smooth as a rollercoaster.

I then noticed her bingo wings on her arms, and I really noticed them as they slapped my face not once, not twice but three times before she said sorry. Lovely. Around 10 minutes later while my hair was being cut, what song came on the radio in the salon? “Wind Beneath My Wings.” I found it almost impossible to stop laughing at the irony.

Now best of all between having my hair washed and hair cut, the sort of thing I seem to attract happened again. Another tramp came into the salon and I quote, “My nail is half coming off my finger could you cut it off?” The owner politely declined saying she can’t use hair scissors on nails for health and safety issues. He then left and everyone burst out laughing. I have to question why he didn’t go into one of the billion nail salons in Palmers Green (every 5th shop is a nail salon there, no really) or just didn’t pick it off if he was that desperate.

What a mess!

What a mess!

I took this photo after leaving Oceania nightclub in Brighton this summer. I have to admit I was in hysterics. It really does show the state of most people in that club.

In recent years so many pubs around where I live in north London have added a Thai food section. I can’t put my finger on why but I like my Thai food so I don’t really mind.

To the point, the Thai food menu in The Fox pub in Palmers Green has some unusual named options on the menu.

Pork or beef? Oh it's chicken

Pork or beef? Oh it's chicken

Firstly number 34, the Gaeng Khew Wan Gai, it appears to say you can order this as a pork or as a beef dish, but when you read on it then appears to be a chicken dish. Confused? I am.

Ahh the classic Like A Virgin dish.

Ahh the classic Like A Virgin dish.

Now there are only 2 dishes on the entire menu that don’t have a Thai name. Can you guess which classics they are? You guessed it – it’s number 41, “Like A Virgin” and number 30, “Quack Quack Curry.”

mmmm Quack Quack Curry

mmmm Quack Quack Curry

Now even more bizarrely is how you order the Thai food in The Fox. You would think you just go to bar and order some food just like you would for any other food this pub serves. You would be wrong. In fact you can only order the Thai food from this one short woman who wonders around the pub – and guess what she’s Thai.

Yes it is true, you can only order the Thai food from the Thai woman and nowhere else.