Dont smoke when it tells you not to!

Yes Mr French looking man, reading your pink newspaper filled with boring stuff about finance, Im talking to you. When the sign says not to smoke then listen to it. If you choose to ignore the signs then my trusty hose pipe will emerge from the wall, the infrared sight will lock on to your cigarette and proceed to blast you with a million tons of sewer water. See how often you smoke in a no smoking area then Mr French looking man.

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If anyone else has any great, medium or crap ideas then send them to reuben_leon@hotmail.co.uk and Ill whack them up.

This is an image that we are all well accustomed to over the Christmas period. Snow! But as the weather is the only thing we all love talking about in this country, it made for a great spell of interesting conversation.

Somehow me and some friends managed to get from London to Fort 'far away' William for a little snowboarding trip. After months of worrying how we were going to get there, in the end it was an easy drive (especially when you're not driving). The only problem was, there was no snow to snowboard anymore. (For those of you that don't know, a pretty essential part of snowboarding is actually snow).

Anyway, there is a definite gap in the market for everyone to be there own gritter. Attach a simple mechanism to your car (imagine the gritter below but attached to a car), pick up some salt crystals from your local petrol station, and if all the cars on your street do it, the roads of England will never be icy again.

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If anyone else has any great, medium or crap ideas then send them to reuben_leon@hotmail.co.uk and Ill whack them up.