When you live at the seaside you expect to find beach huts (in the UK at least, where small sheds on some exclusive beaches change hands for many thousands of pounds). But I was pleasantly surprised to discover that in sunny Sandown a breed of hutter has evolved with a yen for hut-related punning.
F'rinstance: Broken Hutted, next door to Romeo and Juliehut; It Ain't Half Hut Mum; Some Like it Hut; M'hut M' Sandy; Mad Hutters; Chalet Shan't I?; Hutterly Fabulous; Hut Tricks; Cornhutto; Home Is Where The Hut Is; Fly Emir Huts; Pos Hut Tive; Hutty Jaques; and (my favourite) Pier Huts of the Caribbean.
As well as names the huts are numbered, which might explain: Phawphawza, Arfafirty, FreeFreeza and, right next door, Sir Len [Hut Ten].
Not to be left out, the alleys between the huts are named too: Rhonddav; Don't Dileed; Sir Walter; and (in suitably shaped nameplates), Vertic, Diagon and Horizont. For a little variety I also spotted White Hut Lane and, inevitably, And Fine Alley, leading to Letsby Avenue, Gowonya Way and Yoovebeyn Court.
British seaside humour at its finest!
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I don't get some of those (that pesky cultural difference thing again) but the ones I do get are either amusing or hilarious. M'hut M'Sandy is still making me giggle.
Sorry ridger; this might help: Hatty Jacques was a much loved comedy actress (picture, please, JD!); Cornetto is a popular ice cream; It Ain't Half Hot Mum was a long-running TV sitcom set in a wartime army song-and-dance troupe.
And don't talk to me about cultural differences -- I'm regularly left floundering by smart remarks in the Simpsons and Family Guy.
Confession time, by the way; I didn't get M'hut M'Sandy until Mrs Apus explained it!
Having major probs getting most of those!
You have to read them out loud in an English accent before they make sense.
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