Telegraph Pole of the Month – Feb 2011

Telegraph Pole of the Month - Feb 2011

This rather seductive looking pole has been hiding in a field less than a mile from my house. A telephoto lens was required to get this picture.  But anyone who fails to see the intrinsic feminine beauty of this power distribution pole – needn’t apply to our society for membership.  She’s called Audrey by the way.

Oh Dear!

A fallen over telegraph pole near Betws Gwerfil Goch > There are a lot of high winds around our part of rural altitudinous Wales.   And the very latest one proved too much for this particular  telegraph pole.  Alas,  this pole forms part of the long chain between my house and the coal-fired exchange down at Maerdy.  So although the wire never actually broke, all my telephone calls and internet dalliances now take a slight detour as they leave our house – a deviation of about 15ft vertically.

And this has had some odd effects : 

* I mis-dialled the doctors surgery only yesterday morning – getting through to the coal yard in Corwen instead.  And they closed down 8 years ago.

* This morning I had an email off someone I hadn’t heard off in years, nay ever.

* On Wednesday, I answered the phone as ex-newsreader Moira Stewart.

I spent an hour on the phone to BT – again, owing to the detour was in fact 1 hour and 3 minutes – to report the issue.  Reading between the lines of that conversation though I got the distinct impression that they didn’t, in fact, “share my concern” quite as much as they said they did.

So… The pole remain there at its jaunty angle of 68 degrees to the perpendicular and will probably remain so until the day the BT van man eventually passes this lonely way again on his (her) way to mangle mine or someone else’s connection. Just don’t be surprised where your emails might end up in the meantime!

My Restoration Project

Restoration project whilst it was still on a pole

The world’s first ever telegraph pole restoration project.

You may recognise this telegraph pole. Yes, it’s the one that lives across the road from our fields. And the very one which forms part of our iconic logo.  And it’s also one that I’ve admired for many years… Until recently.

I’m always alerted to a BT techie in the area by the sudden loss of what passes for broadband around here.  (If we all concentrate very hard and think pure thoughts, we can get speeds of up to 200Kbps) …

 

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Telegraph Pole of the Month – Jan 2011

A busy telegraph pole somewhere in Tokyo.

Our Japan correspondent (Hâf) immediately spotted the aesthetics in this tangled urban skyscape and snapped January’s pole of the month somewhere in a downtown Tokyo.  It’s also particularly pleasing owing to the blue sky.  I’ve heard of blue skies, but coming from Wales, don’t remember ever having seen one.

 

There’s everything going on up on that pole.

March 23rd 2009

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This was the day our late founder, Sir Benjamin Spoon BEM re-incarnated to attend a prestigious football event in the Blue Square Conference of Great British Footy. This game between Wrexham and Kidderminster Harriers was a must-win contest for both sides.

As it happened, those bounders from the West Midlands went home with all 3 vital points due to a 94th minute flapping of handbags in the Wrexham defence. Much jeerification followed.

After the game, Sir Benjamin hung around the bar answering questions from bar staff regarding how much ice to put in his whiskey. He also took the opportunity to mingle with curious onlookers, getting meithered by a couple of kids as well as generally being stared at in a mouth-agape sort of fashion. Then, as quickly as he arrived, he disassembled himself back to his Denbighshire graveyard where he’s spent the last 150 years.

Sir Benjamin enjoying a cigar on the touchline prior to the gameEnjoying another, or possibly the same cigar alongside the last person who ever knew where the bloody net was at Wrexham, Gary Bennett.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Left) Sir Benjamin enjoys a cigar on the touchline prior to the excitement of the game. Seen here with his gentleman assistant, Huw Thayer.

(Above) Enjoying another, or possibly the same cigar alongside the last person who ever knew where the bloody net was at Wrexham, Gary Bennett.

Also seen alongside is someone with a severe skin disorder and hideously deformed head.

 

Sir Benjamin, his servant and the players prior to the match

Wrexham captain, Ashley Westwood, listens intently to tactical advice imparted by Sir Benjamin.
Had they heeded said advice, the result would have been a resounding thrashing for the opponents.

 Sir Benjy with the after-match champers.  What what!

 

Definitely not the same cigar, surely. Sir Benjamin cracks the first of many bottles of champagne. A defeat is only a victory backwards after all.

 

 

 Sir Benjamin with man of the match, Andrew Crofts, and man-servant Huw Thayer.Sir Benjamin offers to clean man of the match, Andrew Crofts’ shirt of all the felt-pen scrawling.
Or rather, his manservant, Huw Thayer, will clean it. And in his own time too.

Associate members of the Telegraph Pole Appreciation Society

Associate members of the Telegraph Pole Appreciation Society gather to applaud the decision to wash said shirt.
You can become a member of this august organisation by clicking here.

 

Sir Benjamin Spoon BEM

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Founder, Sir Benjamin Spoon BEMSir Benjamin Spoon BEM – Founder

Born on board a steamship during a perilous crossing of the River Gwenfro in 1802, Benjamin Spoon, found notoriety fairly late in life.

Until his “Grand Idea” of putting cheese together with onion in the form of a thin slice of fried potato, he had struggled to make ends meet as a small time inventor. This “Eureka” moment took place just after his carriage shed a wheel after hitting a lucozade bottle on the modern day B5105 near what is today called Llanfihangel. That was in 1863.

His invention, which later went on to become crisps and then Monster Munch, propelled Benjamin first to fame and then to honours; with Queen Victoria bestowing his BEM in 1864 and the Sir bit the year after.

Sadly, Sir Benjamin Spoon BEM died penniless in 1870 after losing his fortune to a football pools betting scam. He is buried in Cerrigydrudion churchyard. But recently arose from the dead briefly to be guest of honour at a football game at Wrexham.

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