Comments on: Jeffrey Johnson’s Favourite Signs

By: Colin Cohen

Colin Cohen — Wed, 20 Mar 2019 20:15:12 +0000

Thanks Bob Davenport, i’ll look next time I go to the Photographers Gallery

By: Dave R

Dave R — Wed, 20 Mar 2019 10:25:55 +0000

Lovely shots of a recently departed past. I have a photo of the yellow and green TEA ROOMS facade from August 2004 showing it as semi-derelict and full of builder’s materials. Have no record of the location though. The “commit no nuisance” cartouche is still there on Great Guildford Street, around the corner from its pair in Doyce Street. They embellish the rear of the Borough Welsh Congregational Chapel. Commit no nuisance indeed.

By: Marcia Jane Howard

Marcia Jane Howard — Wed, 20 Mar 2019 09:03:40 +0000

Absolutely FABULOUS! The images do however leave me feeling slightly saddened, for all that we’ve lost over the years. Thank you so much for sharing this.

By: Bob Davenport

Bob Davenport — Tue, 19 Mar 2019 22:37:57 +0000

The Festival of Britain symbol is above what’s now a branch of Zara at the junction of Oxford Steet and Hills Place. Why I’ve no idea.

By: Georgina Briody

Georgina Briody — Tue, 19 Mar 2019 21:09:59 +0000

They bring a smile to my face, some I remember well!!

By: Jill

Jill — Tue, 19 Mar 2019 20:53:29 +0000

Smile

By: Jill

Jill — Tue, 19 Mar 2019 20:53:01 +0000

I love all the different lettering.
Also the fab ‘puns’ in use for carpet fitters hearse in the last picture …..’dead cheap, laying out’ and ‘measuring undertaken’…… made me

By: Colin Cohen

Colin Cohen — Tue, 19 Mar 2019 15:19:16 +0000

Where [and why] was the fascia with the Festival of Brittain symbol?

By: Susan

Susan — Tue, 19 Mar 2019 14:23:56 +0000

I wish someone would try to “win my affections with A1 confections!”

By: Lynne Perrella

Lynne Perrella — Tue, 19 Mar 2019 12:53:13 +0000

Oh, that Guardian clock! Surely it must have been a regular meeting place. “Meet you at the clock.” As an American, I so enjoyed/admired the plea for consideration: “Less Noise Please”.
Back in the Seventies, I knew a transplanted British art director who covered the walls of his
office with signs from home. He must have had at least 50 “WAY OUT” signs, all sizes, in addition to so many others.