Who'd have thought.....
a taxi driver..... picked his butt.....
Residents of Butt Hole Road in Conisbrough, South Yorks, are hoping that 300 quid will put an end to the pilgrimage which has seen sniggering crowds flock to the internationally-famous road sign, including Yanks in search of a Beavis and Butt-Head moment: According to the Sun, the four families living on the road stumped …
I heard about this place several years ago courtesy of BBC Radio 4's Now Show (Genius, btw). Always suspected it was to do with a barrel, but at least we've got to the bottom of that naming mystery now.
I am a little unsure as to why Archer Way still. Was the castle Archer Castle, or is it about the distance an arrow could be fired from it or what?
Surely they could have made a fortune...
People keep stealing the sign? Reinforce it, then sell 'replica' ones.
Also get some t-shirts, keyrings, postcards etc printed... 'My boyfriend took me up butt hold road' and the like...
As for delivery companies refusing to believe it is real.. Surely they all work from postcodes these days anyway?
"It's good to see that mindless obscene language isn't limited to just the UK :) The F-word, England’s major contribution to international communication."
Ahh yesss, the most versatile work in the English language where it can be a noun, a verb, a pronoun and an adverb, is English the only language where one can create a sentence like:-
The fu©king Fu©king's* fu©king fu©ker is fu©king fu©cked
* Our favourite town in Germany (or is it Austria?)
Paris, who much prefers Intercourse in Connecticut in the US of ‘Merkin-land
Not bad, butt
There used to be a pharmacy in Dublin called "Fannin Healthcare", the name was above the shop front in 3D letters and painted on the side of the building.
The place was also be routinely vandalised to remove the last "n" from the first word of the name.....
Paris, who is also interested in healthcare
Whoa! You have a Whipass Lane in your neighborhood? Lucky bastard. You should worry less about the Language Police and more about losing your chance to cash in before everybody and their cat starts tour photo concessions and selling replica signage.
Or, perhaps have a run of custom-packaged beer for sale (do you do that over there?), so I can fly all the way to England to have my picture taken actually, literally opening up A Can Of Whipass (or Whoopass, as we say over here).
not far from where I live is a road the revels in the name of "Adams Bottom" even more amusing is that this road is also home to one of the local parks... imagine the hilarity that ensues.
On slow news weeks, the local papers are always full of indignant "Adams Bottom" dwellers (see? hours of fun!) decrying the rest of the town for taking the piss
Sure beats "The Butts" near Warwick Castle, I think.
But, what about Soho's Winnett Street. ? I pissed myself laughing when I first saw the sign, after leaving the famous Coach&Horses nearby - ("Jeff bin in?" - Londoners'll know)
Buttock-course, I'd have probably pissed myself anyway, but an excuse was nice.
('Merkans can go back to the sofa. Unless they can google for "clag-gone" on their dial-up, and pick up the first link...)
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@MahatmaCoat (26th May 2009 16:53 GMT)
Gropecunt Lane, meet Harry Baals Drive. Harry, Grope. Grope, Harry.
Mr. Harry Baals, per The Evil Googles, once mayored over Fort Wayne Indiana USA. Fort Wayne is a fine place to visit, live there or no. (Once did and now do not.)
Hands across the water: Done. Coat!
Mine's the one with the still-serviceable 6SN7 and 5U4 vacuum valves in the one pocket, and the smelly tubular rubber foam thingie for pulling 'em out of their phenolic octal sockets while hot in the other. (It has been that long, but oh what that rubber foam did smell like... Brings a certain lane and a certain drive to mind, together at last.)