My husband has let me down. I sent him a perfectly hilarious article today—the kind that has BLOG THIS NOW—written all over it. And yet, he does nothing. Nothing. His verdict: "Eh." That's what two weeks of unemployment breeds: lassitude.
So. In the interests of cheering up your Tuesday, a little something from the Guardian.
Giant dog turd wreaks havoc at Swiss museum
A giant inflatable dog turd created by the American artist Paul McCarthy was blown from its moorings at a Swiss museum, bringing down a power line and breaking a window before landing in the grounds of a children's home.
The exhibit, entitled Complex Shit, is the size of a house. It has a safety system that is supposed to deflate it in bad weather, but it did not work on this occasion.
In other words, a house-sized poo balloon, drifting across the idyllic Swiss countryside. How is that not hilarious? Putting aside the visual, it took down a power line. In other words: At some point last month, there were probably Swiss government employees, called to the weirdest scene of their careers, who had to figure out what to do with this destructive, house-sized, inflatable poo.
It's really rather Python-esque.