This fantastic neon typo - I'd guess for a takeaway outfit - was spotted at a Henderson collectables shop.
Undies left behind
A reader writes: "Do you live out at West Auckland? Are you wondering where your partner's or perhaps even your son's bright blue silky underpants have gone? You know ... the ones with the monkey faces. Well, they are where he left them - in the 'Dingle Dell' at Waikumete Cemetery. Not sure if the bra is his, though. Tell him next time to take his clothing home with him, along with all the empty beer cans and plastic cups left strewn around the place. The mind boggles."
Dating disasters
Date Stories #1) I went out with this guy once who for the first 20 minutes of our dinner date diligently picked at a scab on his hand while he talked about himself. Finally the top of the sebaceous sore was prised off and he bled profusely on to the white table cloth. He was a nurse too.
Date Stories #2) I met a girl who told me she had a gastric band. When I came back from the loo she was crying and both our desserts were gone. (Via Twitter)
Date Stories #3) On my last date the guy had a pet wooden giraffe with its own Facebook page. His name was Sebastian the giraffe. (via Twitter)
