A while back I commented on an engraving at Nottingham castle as it didn’t make sense to me to create a work of art using a nonsensical text.
I compared it to the phrases embedded in the streets of Chepstow, which I’ve always rather liked; these seem to make grammatical sense, and are mostly associated with the commerce and history of the town.
Continue reading “written in stone”
Years ago, I used to have an orange-brown tabby. She was a perfectly normal short-haired cat, but skinny and delicate. She had one or two pink pads, but mostly her paw pads were black, and I always suspected this indicated that she had Siamese ancestors.
At last count there were five black cats ranging around the finca and, although I haven’t got close to the two smallest, when I saw these paws on the windowsill, I was struck by the fact that the three siblings born 15 months ago all have black pads.
After some brief on-line research, I find that this is to be expected, although, if I’ve understood correctly, it would theoretically be possible for a black cat to have pink paws.
Continue reading “paws for thought”
Still with telephones – or, more accurately, still in search of phone and internet connections while travelling – I happened upon this:
In the same way that BT is ‘affectionately’ known as British Telecon, the Spanish company Telefónica is frequently called Timofónica. Perhaps this mission statement from their website explains it: instead of spending money on customer service, it’s going towards ‘creating values for [their] costumers’.
Perhaps someone should tell them that dressing it up nicely won’t help if the basic service is a pig’s ear.
Since I’ve lived in Spain, one of the joys of visiting the UK has been the glorious green of the countryside. This picture was taken yesterday from the top of Brecon Cathedral tower.
They say if you can see the mountains it’s going to rain, and if you can’t see them it’s already raining.
Continue reading “the green, green grass of home”
I’ve been dealing with a number of phone help lines in the last few days, with all the frustration and button clicking that involves. But much as I felt the helpdesk and support staff I talked to were neither as helpful nor as supportive as they might have been, I was still startled to see this image in a BT leaflet.
I really hadn’t expected their phone lines to be manned by cybermen.
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