Utterly lost in translation

The search for the globe's funniest language howler continues apace. As with his two previous volumes, Charlie Croker has trawled hotel foyers in Kazakhstan, South Korean supermarkets and Argentinian airports, plucking from the mistranslation tree only the very choicest of fruits for your delectation. There is the French hotel advising that 'pets are not allowed in the breakfast'. The bar in Rome requesting that you 'use the arse-tray for your fags'. And the bookshop in China boasting a section titled 'sports and hobbits'. Who can tell what the Japanese camera manufacturer had in mind when…