A quick stroll along Victoria Parade confirms that a couple of workmen are indeed excavating huge Tony Robinson sized trenches around the daftly-dualled lamp posts (although it was unclear which one of the pair was our Scotty). So far they've dug holes around 16 sets of posts. No sign of anything being removed, though. Perhaps the idea is for the strengthening wind to blow the old posts down.
In fact, now that a couple of spots of rain are in the air, I notice both fellows have chuffed off in their van.
Unfortunately the expectant crowd of onlookers had dwindled by the time I arrived on the scene, being reduced to just a few middle-aged men sitting in their Rovers half staring at copies of 'The Twenty Minute Manager'.
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Any thoughts on that, BJG?
You really must learn to control your Horlicks at this time of night, RSR.
Great!
I finally catch you two together and you're talking about poles and whorelicks!
The level of intelligent debate among the opinion formers and agenda benders of Thanet is truly remarkable.
We do have a lovely community here. A fine balance of millionaires and all the other lot.
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