You gotta make like the Gnomans…
A recent jaunt down to my hometown (otherwise known the the BF’s household as “out bush”) led to a surprise stop over at Gnomesville, home to over 3,000 garden gnomes.
I guess the most remarkable thing about Gnomesville is not the sheer number of Gnomes that have taken up residence there, but that it seems to be the best kind of joke – one that has been running for years and years! An unspoken agreement with strangers that this is a hilarious thing to do, and to all play along. I wholeheartedly approve.
Some friends of ours went recently and gave firm instructions to play the Not Gnome game, where you have to point out the naughty un-gnomes that have migrated there, y’know, just because it’s cooler to live in Gnomesville. You will be happy to hear that I skipped about playing the Not Gnome game with gay abandon.