More on Craig and adopt-a-word

I was down Windsor way today and I kept my eye out for Craig's quirky and amusing notes. Even though he's been outed as a mere imitator, I still wanted to see them for myself.

I spotted a couple of what looked like remnants of his signs and was thinking perhaps they'd been ripped down by disgruntled former admirers, and then I spied this intact one.

And clearly I'm not the only one captivated by Craig's amusing (if unoriginal) whimsy who thought of flushing him out with a note of their own. If you can't make it out, the writing at the bottom, it says, "Craig we love you like we love our battered saus[age]. Call me....".

Maybe this person ripped down the other note that someone stuck underneath, hoping to have him all to herself?

I also saw this note - which looks like it might have originally been accompanied by a bunch of balloons - on the post box where one of Craig's signs was.

PS Don't ask me who BNE is, but they was everywhere along Chapel Street today.


Adopt-a-word

I have just discovered (via The Happiness Project) a cool site called Save The Words which allows you to adopt your very own word. (OK, it's cool if you're a word nerd like me). You can even get your adopted word printed on a T-shirt.

When adopting it, you pledge to use the word as often as you can, to try to save it from lexical oblivion.

I haven't had a good look yet, but, as an avowed word lover, I really should have one all of my very own to love and nurture. I just have to find the right one... This is not a decision to be made lightly. A word is not just for Christmas, you know.

I'll keep you posted. Let me know if you adopt one.