Last week I arrived at Victoria Station to find the concourse overrun by smurfs. And now smurfs again. This is more than a coincidence, I'm starting to think that the little buggers may be out to get me.

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A gram of philosopher's gold may be derived by boiling a pot of smurfs.

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The smurfs I saw at Victoria appeared to be out on a stag weekend, I should imagine that if you boiled them you'd be more likely to extract a significant quantity of lager.

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Aw, gender smurfs.

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That is one hairy mushroom

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Don't eat the yarn mushrooms.

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