Cory Doctorow at 6:53 am Sun, Aug 3, 2008
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I have also noticed that there are cigarette butts (different brands)
JG @ 2, you don’t need to be worried until you start seeing Morley butts.
@ 17: But will the frickin sharks have frickin’ lasers on their frickin’ heads?
You can call fakery or photocroppery or jiggery pokery on any man’s ass you please. I know this particular artist, and the response you would get would be: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
And with this entry ‘The Forlorn Bananas of London’ boing-boing officially “jumps the shark”.
It was a great ride. Thanks everyone and take care.
I’ll miss you all (sniff).
A modest Proposal: Henceforth, “jumps the shark” will no longer be considered as polite speech and shall constitute grounds for immediate defenestration with extra helpings of ignominy. All in favour?
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somehow i sense the banana peel was the excuse for taking that picture, not the reason.
#14: 300 is a majick number, obviously i had to make the comment!
#11: it’s maybe offensive if you thought Happy Days actually got worse after The Fonz jumped the shark. i’ve seen some episodes of the ‘Days and conclude it can only get better once you add man-eating creatures of the sea.
@21 i thought it was Old Grays Inn Road near the Monto Water Rats and Travelodge.
Hey, that’s just around the corner from my office. To think, I could have walked past that very banana skin!
I thought the Forlorn Bananas were from Chicago. I could’ve sworn I saw them play Dreamerz once…
Nah, it’s definitely Cowcross street. You can see the restaurant La Cucina in the background which, if you manage to make it past the banana skin, does a fairly mean Calamari.
Sometimes a banana is just a banana. :)
Re #11. I am of a split sentiment on your proposal for disposal. Certain terms are of themselves offensive or become so by application. I concede the term as used here needs a rest.
Defenestration however demands some care in application of it’s own. Phrase it as defenestration into a Shark Tank and you’ve got my vote.
Pictures of forlorn bananas are not quite what I was looking for. Do they have a picture of a disappointed horse? (yes, I know, how 2005 of me).
And sometimes it’s not.
Er, I should mention that the above link in my comment is perhaps NSFW, though nothing worse than you might happen to see on BoingBoing (no nudity.)
Sniff. Makes me feel proud to be a Londoner.
Is this Cowcross Street, EC1?
It’s no weirder than a blog devoted to a puddle at a particular intersection in the DUMBO section of Brooklyn. (Even when the puddle dried up.)
The work of a slapstick comedian conspiracy?
I once saw a banana peel lying next to a candy wrapper in the street and foolish me, never thought to document it.
I have also noticed that there are cigarette butts (different brands) on the pavement in many cites…I look forward to the full documentary!
And people say that the internet is a waste of time!!
‘Forlorn’ is one of my favorite words. Glad to see it getting the attention it deserves.
1. desolate or dreary; unhappy or miserable, as in feeling, condition, or appearance.
2. lonely and sad; forsaken.
3. expressive of hopelessness; despairing: forlorn glances.
4. bereft; destitute: forlorn of comfort.
[Origin: bef. 1150; ME foreloren (ptp. of forlesen to lose completely), OE forloren (ptp. of forlÃ©osan); c. OHG firliosan (G verlieren), Goth ]
this banana is too perfect. i call fakery and/or photocroppery on this man’s ass!
this reminds me of the rogers park cheetos (in my old neighborhood in chicago): http://rogersparkcheetos.blogspot.com/
The real lesson here is: Please bring back trash cans, London! Please!
It appears that everyone in London is peeling their bananas the conventional, wrong way:
FYI, the old slapstick of slipping on a banana peel was once a real hazard: at the beginning of the 20th century, banana companies created such a huge demand for their product that cities had a hard time time cleaning up after all the discarded and slippery fruit rinds that people left behind. St. Louis even enacted a law against throwing peels on the street! Some cities organized sanitation departments around cleaning up banana peels, which is why, after a while, the hazard subsided, and the whole thing became vaudeville, then silent movie, and now – apparently – a bit of bloggers’ jocularity.
I love those pictures.
this is stupid.
dead pigeons, on the other hand. . .
you mean…Terrrorr Cans”!
@3 – and someone’s going to complain about the flavour* of the free ice cream.
Me, I just think it’s wonderfully surrealistic. And the combination of the words “Forlorn Bananas” is hilarious.
*”u” added out of respect to London.
Partially related (because Charlie Chaplin was from England):
Yesterday (August 2, 2008) The Turner Classic Movies channel in the US was honoring Charlie Chaplin, showing many of his films. In one that I caught, “The Circus”, there is a scene where The Little Tramp has to take over for a tight-rope walker. During the act, escaped monkeys climb onto the rope and…. yes, you guessed it, leave a banana peel on the rope for Chaplin to slip on!
How far back does that joke go, anyway?
A review of your comment history suggests to me that you don’t actually enjoy BoingBoing very much. Perhaps you should find another blog that better suits your discriminating tastes.
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