Day 5.189: From the sublime...

So, yesterday I blogged about dance and poetry and music and worship and silence...if you want you can go and read that because today I am writing about a sign on a vending machine in a public bathroom.

Have you ever wondered what happens when someone wants to sell a generic over-the-counter medicine in a country that mainly knows it (that is what we Brits call paracetamol) by its best-selling trade name: Tylenol. The solution is to take a different drug with some of the same properties and advertise that it is not that.

Of course not - no-one would do something that contrived - right?

Wrong. So very wrong.