J.A. Getzlaff

Welcome to Cowshit Lane

English villagers love their street's name, and they're going to keep it after all.

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Is life more fun when you live on a street with a funny name? Maybe so. In Golant, a small village in southwest England, some residents dwell on a lovely little block called Cowshit Lane.

“I live there and I have no objection to the name,” Golant Council Chairman Alistair Barr told the London Times recently.

According to a Reuters report, the street’s name became an issue when Golant decided to draw up a map for the town’s visitors. Apparently, some people felt that Cowshit Lane would leave a dark stain on their village’s sunny image. They suggested renaming the road Cowslip Lane, but in the end, Golant’s residents decided to stick with the original.

Resident and former Council Chairman Douglas Cooper told the Times, “I only wish I lived there, because I could put it on my headed notepaper.”

That’s the spirit! Maybe he’d like to move to San Francisco to live on Uranus.

Sumo wrestler flashes Japan on TV

The giant star loses his loincloth and his match, too.

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May 13 was a bad day for Japanese sumo wrestler Asanokiri. During an important match, televised and heavily watched throughout Japan, Asanokiri’s loincloth slipped off, exposing, according to a Reuters report, “his manhood.”

Audiences saw it all. In Japan, sumo wrestlers are the gods of sport, the recipients of reverence and respect. The sight of the once-mythical wrestler in the raw was, apparently, quite a shock.

It was a shock for Asanokiri, too. According to the report, his face went beet red when a sumo elder, who was sitting ringside, spotted the wrestler’s exposed penis and called for him to forfeit the match. (Sumo rules dictate that wrestlers’ privates must always be covered.)

So how did this happen? Sumo wrestlers’ loincloths are carefully secured by 23- to 26-foot-long “mawashi” belts, which get wrapped tightly around the wrestlers’ super-sized bodies so that they never come loose.

But come loose it did, giving Japan its first sumo flashing in 83 years, an official from the Japan Sumo Association informed Reuters.

Asanokiri is now in the uncomfortable position of explaining himself. He told local papers, “I tied my mawashi the way I always do, but today it just came loose.”

Double knots, Asanokiri, double knots.

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Chickens attack toddlers in California

Henpecked by angry citizens, the Sonoma City Council calls foul on free-roaming birds.

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Ah, Sonoma, Calif. — rural town-cum-tourist spot. Grapes
drip from the vines, mom-and-pop companies proffer organic
goat cheeses and the leafy town plaza, lined by gift shops,
features meandering chickens.

Everything was fine until a couple of bad eggs began acting
up. According to a Reuters report, several of the plaza’s
chickens, mostly roosters, developed a bad attitude and
began to take out their aggression on toddlers.

After what the news service called “a flurry of attacks on
neighborhood children,” a particularly incensed rooster
jumped an 18-month-old boy without provocation, and the
battle between chickens and parents took off.

Although the attacks were attributed to too much
testosterone — not enough hens among the roosters — Sonoma
County parents were unsympathetic. Monica Garcia, the
mother of the assaulted toddler, told Reuters, “It’s not
charming when you have to see your baby attacked … Seeing
the blood going down his face and seeing him screaming … I
can’t sleep at night.”

The brutality of that attack was the last straw: The
Sonoma City Council promptly banned chickens from the
square.

“I don’t know if it’s possible to envision a roosterless
plaza,” said Councilman Ken Brown, “but I have to tell you,
when it comes to a question between a kid and a chicken,
it’s the kid.”

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London’s “Millennium Wheel” bungles Wordsworth

The poet's sonnet makes no sense and no one notices.

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“The river glideth at his own sweet asleep.” For a long time, that was
the last thing riders of the London Eye, the world’s biggest Ferris wheel,
read before being whisked into the sky for spectacular views of the city.

The line appeared on a plaque featuring William Wordsworth’s Sept. 3, 1802,
sonnet, “Composed Upon Westminster Bridge,” and it took five months
before anybody noticed that it didn’t make a lick of sense.

Or perhaps many realized the line didn’t make sense, but chalked it up to
their ignorance of poetry. It took 830,000 rides for someone to recognize
that the 12th and 13th lines had been blended and butchered.

The plaque should have read:

“The river that glideth at his own sweet will:/Dear God! The very houses
seem asleep.”

“Dear God” is right. According to the BBC, a lone literate rider blew the
whistle on British Airways, the Eye’s primary sponsor and the company
responsible for creating the plaque. The airline is fixing Wordsworth’s
immortal words.

The London Eye, also known as the “Millennium Wheel,” opened in January
at a cost of #20 million (about U.S.$30 million) — none of which, apparently,
went to a copy editor. And nobody noticed anyway. What does that say
about the craft of writing? It says I should have been an accountant.

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Backpackers stealing from homeless Down Under?

Cheap travelers are helping themselves to meals designated for Australia's homeless.

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The Matthew Talbot Hostel, a shelter for homeless men in
downtown Sydney, Australia, has a problem. According to a Reuters report,
up to 50 foreign backpackers a day are arriving on the soup kitchen’s
doorstep looking for dirt-cheap meals that are meant for the city’s needy.

The hostel offers A$1 meals (U.S. 59 cents), rooms for the night and
showers. But word of the shelter, which does not require identification,
spread fast among backpackers bent on stretching their vacation dollars as
far as possible. According to the report, it has even appeared in the “Cheap
Eats” sections of several travel guides.

Colin Robinson, homeless coordinator for the St. Vincent de Paul Society,
which runs the hostel, told Reuters that some backpackers have also been
found doing their laundry at the facility, which serves between 1,200 and
1,300 homeless men each day.

With the 2000 Olympics looming on the horizon this summer, Robinson and
his staff are worried that the backpackers’ untoward frugality will simply
exhaust the shelter’s resources. Staffers are now considering issuing
identity cards to the homeless, in hopes of screening out stingy travelers.

“We don’t like the idea,” said Robinson, “but at this stage we have to look at
a few options, particularly given the Olympics period, just to protect the
people who are genuinely homeless.”

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Kentucky distillery goes up in flames

Lawrenceburg finds itself short 17,000 barrels of bourbon.

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How fast does 101-proof bourbon burn? Pretty darn fast,
according to an Associated Press report. Last week in
Lawrenceburg, Ky., a distillery warehouse stocked to the
gills with aging barrels of Wild Turkey went up in flames.

The cause of the fire is unknown, but workers nearby told
Reuters that once the fire started, whiskey barrels could be
heard exploding like gunshots. Within minutes, the
seven-story wooden building went up in flames, taking 17,000
barrels of Kentucky’s favorite hooch with it. The oaken
barrels contained young (and very volatile) bourbon that had
been aging for three years, as well as high-priced bourbon that had been aging for 15 years.

In addition to destroying the warehouse, the burning booze
surged into the town’s water supply, forcing schools,
businesses and the water plant to shut down. It never made
it into residents’ tap water, but it did flow into the
Kentucky River. Though officials said they
found no dead river creatures, a few drunken-catfish jokes
made the rounds.

City worker Debbie Steele told the Associated Press, “I just
tell them we’re having happy hour at the river later. Just
bring their own bucket.”

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