Friday Caption Contest - Steampunk Recumbent Edition
Friday again, and time for our caption contest. First though - the winner of last week’s competition was Jim Davis, who correctly identified that, “‘…..don’t be so silly. The bears wouldn’t set a trap like this…….’” is the perfect caption.
It made me laugh, because I’ve been toying with the idea of getting a huge (as in fecking enormous) bear trap made, staking it out in the most scroaty area of town, and baiting it with a lovely bike. Let’s see you try and chew your leg off when this bastard springs shut!
Anyway, having got that off my chest, we return to this week’s competition:
The Steampunk Recumbent Edition!
Best caption this week wins an astonishing prize that’ll leave you the envy of other Ministers of State: A time machine that we made out of some watch cogs, an old pair of leather gauntlets, a blunderbuss barrel, and a shed load of brass paint, to magically transport your policies back to some point between 1965 and 1988.
Usual rules apply, but with the following extras for this week:
- No entrant may be called The Rt. Hon. David Cameron MP. We all know you’d use the Time Machine to travel back and impregnate Margaret Thatcher, thereby becoming your own father, and creating a paradox that would threaten the fabric of the universe as we know it.
- No entrant may be called The Rt. Hon. Philip Hammond MP. You already have transport policies that would have looked just perfect to your car-fixated, motorway maniac, predict-and-provide predecessors, so you don’t need any more.
- No entrant may be called The Rt. Hon. Eric Pickles MP. Just because.
- No entrant may be called The Rt. Hon. Nick Clegg MP (aka Cleggers, Crumpet Rack Clegg, and Davie’s Bitch). You can’t turn back time, and we’re not going to forget.