More Questions Than Answers

What if there's more than one cyclist?

Is there anyone in the world that really needs to be told this?

For one night only the name of one of our local pubs was changed. I wonder if Brian Glover and Rik Mayall were in there?

What are these four heads? Where are they going? And why did Winston Churchill hitch a ride on the roof?

What makes Conductor Rails think I'd be interested in him?

This small collection box was found in our kitchen at work. To give a better idea of scale, the white line in the background is a kettle lead. Some questions:
Why just bottle tops and not bottles?
Where are the rest of the million bottle tops going to be stored?
How many bottle tops for something really serious like a kidney machine?

Why is the kitchen open from 10 when the pub doesn't open until 11?

Where's he going?

Why didn't they take the sign down when they closed it?

Poor trees, can't they give them some Prozac?

I wonder if Portuguese tourists snigger at British signs? (Apologies to RC and any other Portuguese people who may see this; to a childish Englishman like me, there are few things funnier than the word fart – especially in relation to foodstuffs).