Sally Crook spotted something rather intriguing on her lockdown, once-a-day, within-a-mile-of-home perambulation. In a field by the railway crossing in Brockhampton Lane, Cheltenham she noticed firstly the magnificence of these telegraph poles. Sorry, Sally, but the more, ahem, traditional browsers of this site won't allow me to call them telegraph poles. For although they fit the criteria 100% i.e. tall, wooden, sticky-uppy, got wires coming out of the top etc. (T.W.S.U.W.C.O.T), they are in fact power distribution poles. There is probably an even more industry-specific name for this type of TWSUWCOT. Anyway, I digress from the brand new conspiracy theory I am about to let you in on.
"Look closely," she said, "and you'll see little sort of playing card placards stuck to the timbers approx 8ft above the ground." On the left leg, a red triangle (could be mistaken for a diamond by someone who didn't ever see a set of playing cards) and the other leg carried a black ace of clubs.
Right, well what is a red triangle? Let's break this down. Red is a warning colour. No ifs or buts there. And a triangle, in the form of a tetractys is a way of displaying four rows of numbers which add up to 10. It's true this, I found it on Wikipedia. And I sent them a £2 donation not long ago so, you know... Anyway, October is the 10th month. The Hunt for Red October was a 1990 film with Sean Connery that was exactly 135 minutes long. 135 is CXXXV in Roman. You see, it's all starting to add up. So the other pole leg has an ace of clubs on it. Well ace is someone who is a sharpshooter or good at something. But that's a red-herring, designed to throw you off the scent. On the 17th page of a google search I find ACE cleaning products. And why would you need cleaning products? That's right, blood stains. Club is a place where you go to get fleeced, have a dance or be sick in the toilet. But it is also a weapon. A silent weapon. The kind that an assassin might use. Precisely ! You heard it here first.
Anyway, Sally just asked if we or any of our readership might know what the signs all mean. I've thrown my four-penn'orth in. What do you think dear reader? Go careful out there.
