Telephone Line

Evening all,

just back from Cambridge where we've been doing the tourist thing for the weekend, turns out the hotel we were staying in was overlooking an area called Parker's Piece or something and they had a mini festival on, culminating in a "headline" set by Hot Chocolate....(no, the band, not the drink, ooh, ask your parents you young whippersnappers you!)

Anyway it was a bit pointless as we didn't see it due to the current Mrs Richardson passing out due to a combination of a strong cocktail and an outrageous price at some rooftop bar, and me passing out in a bathroom due to a bit of bronchospasm brought on by aggressive air conditioning...don't ask.

So today a quick tour of old haunts from Mrs R's past lives and a lovely change of use for a telephone box caught my eye:

" Little Shelford Telephone Box Library" i think it reads and a great idea it is too, although in certain parts of Sheffield finding that much paper in a telephone box would just lend more weight to it firstly being used as a posh toilet, and then used as a make shift incendiary device, or a static chinese lantern...

night all


ELO