The HAMMER TIME stickers were made. The pants either nice and baggy or two-toned and nice and tight. And, despite a late realisation that real STOP signs only exist in America, suitable car park signage successfully located. This is the result…
How many flowers does £50 buy you? Bloody shitloads as it happens. And what do people do when you try to give them away for free? Ask Kelvin, that’s what he tried to do at Liverpool Street station…
This is how it begins. You start with the odd bluebell and before you know it you’re up to five bouquets a day.
Alright petal.
Stop that woman! She didn’t pay for her flower! oh.
Well I guess it does look a little bit suspicious.
It was like the sixties all over again.
(flowers) - (money) = (smiles x loads)
What a beautiful aroma.
J’aime les fleurs. Vous?
And that was that, a heartwarming first idea come to fruition. Nice one Kelvin and team! Were you there? Let me know! Let’s do some more!
This is where the talking stops! And the er, dangering begins.
The first set of ideas have been picked by the haughty egotists we call the Selectors and small amounts of cash are winging their way to each of the lucky recipients as I type.
I want to anonymously refund someone’s parking fine’
Hooray! Well done troops. What happens next? They each carry out their schemes, film and photograph all the action, and then I post it up here for you to see!
And in the meantime everyone else : keep sending in those ideas.
A scheme at once satisfyingly promotional and very literally ‘danger’-ous from Andy ‘The Danger’ Moore. I’ve said it before but I cannot wait to see whichever of you get the money actually acting out your mischievous plots! I’m going to have an earlier-than-planned funding round to get a few going, but more on that later. For now, Mister Andrew’s wonky brainwave…
Dear Danger fund I’d like to apply for £50 to change my name by deed poll to “Danger Fund”. There seems to be lots of different companies claiming to be able to do this officially, with prices ranging from about £23 to around £7.50. Obviously I’d use the one charging £7.50, because I want to be dangerous by name and by nature. I’d then use the remaining £42.50 to hire out Eddie “The Eagle” Edwards (the most dangerous Olympian in history) to help promote my new identity around the streets of London. If “The Eagle” comes in under budget, I’d use any remaining money to flag down an illegal cab, so me and Edwards could lean out of the windows (dangerous even in a legal taxi) and shout out my new name.
“I’d spend five quid on a crappy bike, then forty-five quid on really heavy-duty chains. Lots of them.
Then I’d find one of those prissy “bikes chained here will be removed” signs, probably in an outright bike-hostile area like Ganton St near Oxford Circus, chain the hell out of the bike, and retire to a nearby cafe with a video camera to await developments.
The resulting video, probably in time-lapse, should be highly entertaining. Five points if they have to get welding equipment. Ten points if they cut through the sign.”
“I know it’s not a new idea, but it often makes me very, very happy to imagine a small but visible sticker saying “…HAMMER TIME” at the bottom of STOP signs. I’d put it at the bottom to create the visual equivalent of a pause, a la MC Hammer. It’s just a shame this isn’t the £500 Danger Fund, and then I could attach speakers to the back of the signs that played ‘Can’t Touch This’ every time a car stopped at a given sign…
I would spend the £40 getting stickers printed and £10 on a hoodie to wear while putting them in place.”
You know the best bit about the idea below? The guy is actually going to do it! Dressed in a Clancy Docwra uniform! Yes yes I know it’s childish…
“Dear Danger Fund. I would like £50 to rent ones of those line drawing machines they use for football pitches and some paint. I would use it to paint a enormous nob over the streets of London, the type that kids draw on toilet doors or on the heads of celebrities in magazines. It will be so big that only passing pigeons will be able to see what it is. The line would start with the words ‘Follow this line to see the biggest cock in the world’. It is crude but I think people’s curiosity will get the best of them. They will walk expectantly for twenty minutes or so, hoping the end is around the corner only to seemingly find nothing - finishing up confused, uncertain what had just happened, having wasted their time walking around in the shape of a big penis.
I’ve not decided where to paint it yet, but I’ll pick the place for a reason. Maybe it will go around the Daily Mail offices, or maybe it will just been in an area I think more people should experience. I am thinking of dressing up in Clancy Docwra uniform for the occasion.
I have decided there are several reasons to do this. One, it would be personally very satisfying to swear in such a huge way. Two, the idea of making people walk for a couple of miles in the shape of a penis is funny. Three - it may be the largest penis ever drawn and so might be eligible for the Guinness book of records (a boyhood ambition of mine).
Here’s a nice one from Dan, although he says he can’t apply because he’s too lazy to actually do it.
“I was reading an article today about home/restaurants and thought that with £50 you could just invite 10 people into your home for dinner. May be make a big sign and display if for 10 mins until you have gathered the right number of people and then woosh dinner. You could probably even display the sign in covent garden and then get in a couple of cabs with the people… “
‘Hey how about I put the £50 on eBay and try to sell it for, like, £75!’. Before any of you lot send me this idea, someone’s already doing it here, and they’re not even doing it as a joke.
Not a Danger Fund idea (check out our first idea here) but this would get my vote. This guy tapes rubbish bags to the subway grates in New York, and when the train passes beneath the updraft inflate the bags, shaped to look like animals. His first was a polar bear and now he’s done a giraffe.