It was meant to say Buckingham road, but we had tippex. Still makes me laugh when i go past it.
(Been to Manchester? In the hilarious fashion of Terry Pratchett's discworld pub, the Broken Drum / Mended Drum, the sign Canal Street is on a constant cycle of being changed to anal treet and then being fixed by the council, who roll their eyes at the gays, who've "done it again". By the way, I hate Terry Pratchett, don't get me fucking started on Terry Pratchett. - Log)

In a similar vein to (C)anal (S)treet, I lived near a lane called Pollock's Path, with bredictably hilarious results.

Saw something similar in Sydney on a train. What had oringinally said, "At night travel near the guards compartment marked with a blue light." Had been altered using Tipp-Ex to read, "At night rave near the guards compartment naked with a blue light." I thought this quite witty for a nation of blokes who play sport in hot pants.

Near my home is a road called Penns Close. Some time in the 70s, when I was a child, its sign was amended with white paint to Penis Close. This gave us a laugh for, Christ, about 20 years, until the sign was eventually repainted by the council. Shortly after, some clever sod tried to return it to its former state. However, declining educational standards being what they are, they managed to change it to Peins Close. The twats.

Meadowbank station (in Sydney) used to change their signs on quite a regular basis. They seem to have given up these days.

"Please vacate this seat for elderly or disabled passengers" can also be made into "Please eat elderly or disabled passengers", with hilarious consequences.

The road signs pointing to the village of APSE HEATH on the Isle of Wight can easily be corrected using one piece of black electrical tape.
The county council doesn't think it's funny, but they're wrong.

According to my Grandad, changing the sign from the nearby "Potten End" to "Rotten End" had been done every year, by local schoolboys, for the last 70 years.

Unusually-shaped signs have been specially designed for the River Uck so as to provide no quarter to schoolboys with pen or paint in their hands and a gigantic letter 'F' in their heads.

However, the ever-so-diligent local council failed to recognise that the smutty minds of their schoolkids are not so easily thwarted; our roving reporter provided this photograph of a nearby town sign which shows that they still have some way to go before they can entirely eradicate filth from the streets of East Sussex.

St. Martin's School, Brentford, has been recognised as a National Beacon School of Excellence, an accolade awarded to fewer than 1% of schools in the whole country.

Naturally, the school wanted to trumpet this achievement, so they duly erected a sign outside the school proudly proclaiming its new status.

Naturally, we investigated this new sign, and by dint of removing some of the letters, we produced this:

St. Martin's Anal Bacon of Excellence

Less than 1% of the pupils in the country would have thought of that.

In St. Martin's school there was also a sign concerning the directions to the Swimming Poo.

So simple, and yet so effective.

For some reason, Birmingham city planners did not see the potential headache in naming a road "Dogpool Lane".
I think the people who fix roadsigns have admitted defeat, because the same bad white paint job over the 'l' has been in existence for the two years I've lived here.
Everyone I know just refers to it as Dogpoo Lane. When I'm on the bus, I like to ring my boyfriend and say "I'm at Dogpoo Lane now, put the kettle on, I'll be home soon."
And do you know what? Nobody on the bus even smirks. Because I bet they all call it Dogpoo Lane too.

The village of Shilbottle in Northumberland was regularly... oh surely you all get the point by now - Phil

Coming from Croydon, the "wittiest" (and only) roadname change came in the form of Compton road, which some brainbox renamed Oompton (well done, lads). However, one of the local pubs got attacked by drunks one night, and the following morning "The Leslie Arms" had it's removeable letters rearranged into "Shit Arse".

Puerile and slightly anti-corporate readers may also have noticed that the letters of Starbuck's Coffee can similarly be rearranged to spell "Best Of Arse Fuck". I'm not saying anyone should steal into Luton town centre at 3:30 in the morning and do this, but if anyone did, I'd suck their balls for a year - Log

When the front of your textbook has a label for your name, and the bottom of the label has a decree from the headmaster to treat it well, you must scrub out the "e", "d" and "a". This will serve as a warning to future pupils, that if they speednob or dog-ear the pages, they will incur the furry fury of Nigel Gilpin, Hamster.

Ok; I'd left school and it was during my law degree at the University of Helsinki.
But I was still appropriately immature enough to be thrilled when their student housing office presented me with the keys to the studio apartment at 14/6 Piispantie.