The man down the street with the thin alsation dog has a sign on his door. It is an A4 sheet in a plastic sleeve and it is written in arial bold.
PLEASE
DO
NOT
DISTURB
DO
NOT
DISTURB
In the two years we have lived here, I have never seen anyone open the gate or walk down the path or knock on the wire door.
Where was this bolt of inspiration during my formative years of alcohol appreciation, whilst I lived at my parents’ house, and when a doorknocking witness of some kind or other enquired in her broken Yugoslavian-English accent at the stroke of nine o’clock on a Saturday morn whether I cared to hear about the magnificent work of one Jesus Christ?
An A4 sheet of paper, a plastic sleeve and four words…ingenius.