One hundred sixty kilometers north of Wellington, in New Zealand, at the junction of State Highways 1 and 3, lies the small town of Bull. You’ll know when you reach it when you see the welcoming sign: “Herd of bulls? It's a town like no udder.”
Named after James Bull, an English settler who established the first general store in the town in 1862, Bull’s residents and businesses have made the most of its name with puns galore. Every local business, shop and even the town administration plays along with the punning. The police station is called “Const-a-bull”, the church “Forgive-a-bull”, and the medical center “Cure-a-bull”. Likewise, the town hall is “Social-a-bull”, the tourist information center “Inform-a-bull” and all the publics loos are “Reliev-a-bull”. The gift shop is “Desire-a-bull”, and a cold store “Freeze-a-bull”. The pun just never stops. Even its sister city is the cleverly picked Cowes, in England.
Named after James Bull, an English settler who established the first general store in the town in 1862, Bull’s residents and businesses have made the most of its name with puns galore. Every local business, shop and even the town administration plays along with the punning. The police station is called “Const-a-bull”, the church “Forgive-a-bull”, and the medical center “Cure-a-bull”. Likewise, the town hall is “Social-a-bull”, the tourist information center “Inform-a-bull” and all the publics loos are “Reliev-a-bull”. The gift shop is “Desire-a-bull”, and a cold store “Freeze-a-bull”. The pun just never stops. Even its sister city is the cleverly picked Cowes, in England.
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