Yes, ’tis “All Saints” day here on sunny earth. And if things as diverse as “stiff necks” can have a patron saint and also “stamp collectors” and “car parking spaces” then why not Telegraph Poles I asked myself as I awoke this morning. So once I’d despatched the just-right porridge that Mrs Telegraph Pole had put out for me, it was off to consult my old mate Google.
The nearest I could get to was “Saint Clare of Assisi” – that’s a photograph of her on the left. And look, if you squint your eyes a bit that could be a single cross-arm Telegraph Pole she’s carrying there – bristling with mediaeval ceramic insulators it is too. Anyway, apparently, when she was too ill to attend mass an image of the the service would be displayed on the wall of her cell, somehow. That’s how she came to be patron saint of television. Which is not a million miles away from telegraph poles if you were to ask me.