A rash of these has recently appeared on platforms 4 and 5 of Manchester Victoria. What do they indicate? Buried treasure perhaps? One can do all sorts of things with metal detectors these days, microwaves, etc. Or maybe a water diviner has been on the case with a sprig of hazel. Either way it seems brave to announce the discovery to the public in advance, as it were.
I’ve had my eye on Joe’s room for 15 years or more….. and now he’s moved out, it’s mine. Let’s start the necessary conversion work with this nice shade of blue, shall we?
This afternoon I paid a first-ever visit to the town of Pontefract, which has a significant amount of history, as is first of all indicated by its name of almost pure Latin — pontus fractus means ‘broken bridge’. Its castle was once the second-largest in the country and in its dungeon, King Richard II was starved to death in 1400.
But while I did take pictures of some of this history, in the end I am going with the surreal sight of these mannequin’s legs at the local footie ground. The absurdity of life and its trivia, and all that.
