I walked past the entrance to the underground this morning and did a massive comedy double-take.

Had to go back and check that, yes, I had indeed just seen a giant pair of hairy plums standing chatting in the station.

On further investigation (oh alright, I visited the URL printed across his…girth?) it seems that he is a sort of a mascot called (watch out, Google bots, here comes a doozy) Mr Testicles, and apparently he is available for sponsorship.

When I read that, I immediately had visions of him (them?) being sponsored to run a marathon. do a bungee jump, swim a mile. Although, of course, he’d be bollocks at everything.

Guffaw.

Sorry, couldn’t resist.

Anyway, I’m hoping that tomorrow’s commute will have something else equally surreal in store. I’ll keep you posted…