There is a town or, as it is now styled in deference to its tourist potential, a 'village' just outside Canberra by the name of Bungendore. It is inhabited by urban refugees, Aussie battlers and people with cow-shit on their boots.
When I still commuted between Nelligen and Canberra in the late 1990s, I was always in too much of a hurry and used to do the trip in just over one hour - IF I wasn't stopped for speeding! - and the only thing that brought a smile to my face during the long and boring drive were Canturf's advertising signs on either side of Bungendore. Back then their signs were intentionally saucy with sexy inuendoes which today's wokism has put an end to, but it's still safe to engage in the odd political pun.
As I wrote before, I was always in too much of a hurry to either get home or back to work to take any photographs but from memory I recall "Mown and Grown in Fyshwick" and "Feeling Lawnly? Pickup at Fyshwick" which were thinly disguised references to the capital city's brothels.
If you wonder who comes up with all those puns, the answer is, "You do!" If you come up with an original saying and think it would be a good Canturf sign, send it in to them via their webpage. You may pick up an easy $250 which you could spend in Fyshwick. Now, there's a challenge!
