OH YES. ♥ ♥ ♥

The post on it had been broken up and left in a pile of crap, so I 'assumed' it had been dumped even though they'd probably meant to come back for the sign. But it was too amazing to leave. I was like, 'RIGHT! HAVING THAT!!', tramping into heaps of nettles while my dog looked on in utter bewilderment. I had to unscrew it from the post and everything - only got the one sting though - which was tricky cause it was attached with plastic screws that were right into the wood, and I thought might foil my plans - but NAY!

The best thing was walking home (rather speedily) with it under my arm; if you walk through the village confidentally and casually enough no one ever asks questions. I love Britain.

It's now happily sat in my room (actually it takes up about 80% of my room, since I have the smallest bedroom in the world, and these signs are deceptively massive), joining the collection of other signs I have gathered on my journeys through life. Here is another of my particular favourites:



(The other side says 'NINE OUT OF TEN OF US HAVE BEEN VERBALLY ABUSED').

Gay pride ftw!