That’s right, after a distinctly maudlin post about baddies and world affairs I’ve an even whingier one coming next week about what, in the name of heaven, I write next I thought it might be time to add a little light fluff to proceedings.

Enter eyebombing. If you haven’t tried eyebombing you should. It’s a scream, it’s a little bit naughty, a little bit out there and yet at the same time, harmless. Eyebombing delivers that delicious frisson you get from being bad because it’s naughty and you’re not meant to, without the pang of worry that it might hurt someone.

Here’s what you do.

1. Find a bit of street furniture that looks like it could be a face.
2. Stick eyes on it to make it come alive.
3. Photograph it.
4. Repeat.

Is it illegal? Um… probably but it’s not as if sticking googly eyes on things does any damage. They…