As I took a Saturday walk around my hotel at Camp John Hays, I spotted a sign which said “Cemetery of Negativism”.
Cleo, you’ve got to see that I said you myself so up I climbed a horrible hill in hot humid conditions which brought me to the old Governor’s house. 60 pesos later, I am in the grounds looking around.
I eventually find the Cemetery and I am looking at the tombstones of cliches. What is ironic is that many of the plastic figures that are supposed to be there – for example on “It’s not possible” – had corroded away. How funny is that?
Anyhow, curiosity had killed my cat and I headed back off the my hotel for a shower.
My verdict of Cemetery of Negativism: A Load of rubbish !
Hmm, I wonder if two negatives make a positive review..
Ciao for now,
PS: On the way back, I spied a baby statue of Liberty. And just like the one in New York City, cannot be freely accessed.
Bloody airport security. Wot they gonna confiscate next eh? Fart guns that’s wot !
Yeh, that’s wot ‘appened to little Leo Fitzpatrick aged 3 when his Minions ‘fart blaster’ not allowed on flight as it has a trigger where rules classify it as replica weapon.
Oi Security at Dublin Airport. Bugger Off and catch real security threats like those terris’ts pretending to be Grannies.
PS: I don’t know about kids toys but I know some people (Clodius – I’m talking to you) whose real life flatulence would count a chemical warfare especially on a plane.
PPS: Walmart has the offending item for $16.99. For an optional $2.00 you can get a 2 year warranty. How useful is that !