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This is a picture of Vicky who is excellent in every concievable way. She’s a chanteusse.

She’s in a telephone box - which is also excellent… at least according to the local residents who upon hearing that it was about to be replaced by one of those non-descript modern ones arranged for it to have a preservation order slapped on it - so now it’s a listed building (with a proper plaque and everything) a bit like this:

But instead of a Capability Brown Garden, it has a telephone - which seems like a bit of a bad deal in some ways… until you need a telephone that is, then you’ll wish you’d gone for the phone rather than the landscaping. Don’t say you weren’t warned.

I don’t think Capability (and what kind of name is that?) knew about telephones - had precious little use for them in any case, because what’s the point of a phone if no one else has got one? “Yay, I’m the only one in the world with a phone. That makes me special etc”. Not.

Anyway. This is Vicky talking to someone else who also has a phone.

Though probably not…

Adi who is also (frequently) on the phone - one of those ones that that bloke off Wall Street used to have… What’sisname. Married a Welsh bird. “Ooh, Aye” he’s probably saying. “T’oven”. “Eeh oop Flower” etc. It’s not always easy to make it out, and I wasn’t listening in any case so it’s up to your imagination.

Anyway, that’s my phone-related piece out of the way. I’m in a cafe in Wellington. I can see my car out the window, and if one of those giving-you-a-ticket people come, I’m going to go rushing out and remonstrate with them. I’ve been waiting here all day.