"Two jackasses got married in Italy Saturday. Sex tape star Kim Kardashian, 33, wed egotist Kanye West, 36, in a wedding opulent enough for Florence's Medici dynasty and tacky enough for reality TV."

That was the news report which at least brought some sense of balance to a society which has otherwise completely lost its sense of perspective when it comes to the value (or lack thereof) of its members.

At the time of this shot we were being questionably "blessed" with the presence of the two aforementioned wastes of protoplasm for reasons that I don't quite recall. I think it may have had something to do with the female part of the combination promoting a new fragrance. A fragrance which I'm sure that she had a great deal to do with the creation of, since I have no doubt that her knowledge of both organic and inorganic chemistry is exceeded only by her ability to count to three, read at a sixth grade level, and find the on switch of a video recorder while having sex.

As you can expect, when I saw this sign the day before I took this shot I almost had a "laugh out loud" moment on the tram and felt the need to capture it for posterity.

It's cruel, but fair. Actually, the publican of this hotel has a pretty keen sense of humour and there are often billboards outside which raise at least a smile, if not a full laugh.