Since good taste has fled the building, we thought it was time to revive a game that kicked off on the Sports desk last week: rude geography.
I wasn't around, but Victoria, a.k.a. the power behind the sporting throne, sent me an email explaining how it started.
Eric the lovely intern from Chicago was transcribing the latest column from Alan Curbishley when Oliver Owen, Deputy Sports Editor questioned a line in the text referring to a film in which the star claims he is 'hung like Florida'. It reminded me of a friend who works at Playgirl who has to make sure that men in photos weren't excited beyond the level of Kintyre in Scotland. Blank looks all round.
Luckily our Science Editor - a Scot - was just passing and was able to explain the reference with the help of an atlas. I am now no longer Sports desk historian (recently graduated MA in History), I am soft porn queen of the Observer. Oh dear.
Since then eagle-eyed Observer hacks have been sniffing around the map for suggestive coastlines and peninsulae. The blog's contribution is an old one - Sweden, but only as featured on euro coins, without Norway. Pure smut.
Accidentally spills fizzy pop on certificate of status as serious, grown-up newspaper. Looks ashamed.
Actually perhaps I'll read a good piece of political reporting.
