Come come now, we're all grown ups here, aren't we?

Much sniggering in the hood because poor old Ilfracombe, my favourite place to live but where I don't actually live, has found itself the focus of unwanted attention by paying marketing specialists many thousands of pounds to be told "Put a funny squiggle over the initial letter of the name of your town". While that is, in itself, somewhat laughable what is even funnier is that so many people have decided the funny little squiggle resembles nothing more than a single, solitary sperm. Now, personally, I'm not so sure it does look like a sperm - a rather overweight sperm, I would suggest - but even so it's gained the town national attention far beyond what the marketing specialists could reasonably have predicted. Good thing or bad thing, only time will tell, but in the meantime it's given every smart arse (me included) the chance to make their little jism jokes. Personally, I think the squiggle looks more like a dog turd, but maybe the bottom has dropped out of the naughty fido joke market. I don't know, but what really amazes me is the self-serving claptrap that accompanies these marketing initiatives. Seriously, you wouldn't believe that people outside of a mental hospital could spout such nonsense and then get paid big bucks for it. Yea verily, you couldn't make it up.