Releasing My Inner Koala...

Beyond the Black Stump

I was in a cafe/bar in Wolverhampton yesterday, sat at my table.  Waiting for someone to come over and take my order.  And waiting.  And waiting.  And getting crankier.  Until I realised that you had to order at the bar...

Then I found this cartoon.  Is it me, or is my nose starting to resemble half a black olive...?