|Some moolah for ya sky rocket?
||[Saturday 12th October 2013 at 11:44 pm]
Today's random discovery is that there exists ATMs which speak in Cockney rhyming slang, which will happily contact your rattle and tank to give you some sausage and mash.
This brought to you by a snippet in issue B of Curio City, an absolutely fascinating folded map/leaflet/thing about weird and wonderful bits of London. My sister got me issue A as a birthday present a while back, and last weekend I finally got round to ordering the later issues before they vanished from their online shop.