Signs o' the times...

I Twittered (Tweeted? Twatted?) about this earlier but I just had to put it here too. Signs, with their often poor spelling and grocer's apostrophes are a source of endless fascination for me (as indeed they clearly are to this Flickr group) and it was with no small sense of joy that I spotted these chaps in Raigmore Hospital in Inverness.

The first begged the question: are we not all, in our own way, "International People"? The second, and here it may just be my warped sense of humour, struck me as just a tad sick...

"This area is protected by Cig-Arret"

Clever. Very clever. But wrong. There's no 'anti smoke' alarm here or if there is it doesn't work.

Smoking? Outside a hospital? As the Americans might say if they were in a teen movie or Beverly Hills 90210,'ee-yew' It's really not on.

I once worked at hospital radio in Edinburgh and we'd go on ward visits where we'd find groups of puffing patients in their dressing gowns huddled in smoke-wreathed clusters at the entrance to the building housing the - and I'm sure you're ahead of me here - cancer wards. I shall say no more.