A street in Norwich yields a new escapee from the land of the White Goods.

Does one of the dreariest towns in the North deserve such an exalted name? We thought not, but the sign was well embedded in concrete - and anyway, we were too scared to get out of the car.

A fridge magnet that made a break (and a plea) for freedom.

A friend I made last summer. Click on the pic for actual size.

From an Observer magazine front cover: gingerbaby. All these years, we were right.