Moving the Clunns

I just had to share this:

Totally unsuspecting, I walk down a street in the city centre of Cambridge, lugging my little suitcase behind me, when this handsome young man walks up to me and asks:

"Would you like to go punting, my dear?"

Now I don´t know about you, but something about the sound of that word made me blush and answer:

"Sorry, I am married."

He looks at me a bit confused and I hurry on, only to round the corner and see that punting looks like this:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/eddiehoo2/752183240/

My mind seems to have taken up permanent residence in the gutter...