Lord of the Northern Poles, Kev Currie (#0530), was on his way home from Ikea in Edinburgh a few yesterdays ago, driving down to the Scottish Borders whereupon he found a line of 46 poles marked for removal. This is one of them. “Marked for removal”? That sounds like a euphemism to me…
Where’s grandad gone?”
“He’s gone upstairs, son, now shut up and put some more of his stuff in the skip.”
Kev’s online photo archive makes for very interesting browsing for we telegraph pole afficionados. Herewith my formal request to be able to post more up on here. Particularly the “test” pole. Can I Kev? Please?