[this post was originally made to a private subreddit]
As I’ve made my way up through the lounges, I’ve discovered – as you’d expect – that each has been quieter than the one that preceded it. Does this trend continue, I wonder: do we end
with somebody (Greypo, I guess!) talking to themselves? Or is the “dip” here in IX a temporary thing, because IX is so-clearly a “passing-through” place as people work their way up to
the fabled X.
Things like this robot, painted onto the door of the bathrooms of a hipsterish East Oxford bar.
(it looks like one of the robot’s eyes fell off before the bar‘s owners Instragram’d it)
See the robot? THE ROBOT SEES YOU NOW!
There are those who would argue that this isn’t true eyebombing, because I ought to be sticking eyes to non-anthropomorphic, inanimate objects, and making them look alive by
doing so. But the folks on /r/eyebombing don’t seem to mind: they’re far more-focused on the
chaos and hilarity that ensues when you just put eyes on any damn thing that looks like it could benefit from them.
This guy’s so angry he’s popping his eyes out of his head!
When I was on holiday in Jersey, for example, I found an unattended rack of tourist information
leaflets that were just crying out for a ‘bombing.
“Does this dress make my eyes look fat?”
And because I pretty-much carry googly eyes around with me all the time – in the pocket that generally contains my headphones, a pen, a hair tie, and other everyday essentials – I
started sticking eyes onto things.
Soon.
The game didn’t stop even when I touched back down on the mainland.
Sign at the toilets in the arrivals lounge of Gatwick Airport.