A PRANK sign-poster known only as “Craig” has sticky-taped amusing notes around Chapel St in Windsor.
The enigmatic author has, among other wishes, sought to start a train-travelling fancy dress group, find a girlfriend (ladies, he’s 35), sell his mother’s queen-size mattress, and discuss cake-decorating over a glass of milk (promptly before a dentist’s appointment).
“I like doing stuff but I end up doing the same stuff again and again,” one poster reads.
“I’d like to meet up with people who also like doing stuff. Preferably different stuff to my stuff but should not include stuff to do with cheese or kites. If we get enough people, we’d have almost limitless stuff to do (except cheese and kite related stuff).”
Another, posted under a notice prohibiting signs on poles, asks people to “not tell anybody” if they spot Craig in the act.
The posters appear to have been removed, and no new ones posted lately.
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have i mentioned how much i love this city and the stuff that goes on here like this? okay, well, i do, i really do.
