Wondering down Southwark Bridge Road yesterday a couple of the phone boxes had been knocked over and were now at about a 45 degree angle. They'd taken part of the pavement beneath them too.
Not amusing in itself, but what was amusing was the young child who was trying to convince his parents it was due to a mole.
So, for those of you who don't know, we have giant moles living under the streets in Southwark. They have to use the payphones to make calls though, because you can't get a mobile signal underground.
It was Thrales' AGM this evening, which means I'm no longer secretary (yay!), but now appear to be foreman.
OK, it's not a complete surprise as Andy had hinted that I would be good at it a few times over the past few months, but it's still nice to have everyone say they wanted me to do it (except one person, but when Andy mentioned it I felt this person wouldn't be happy with the idea, so that wasn't much of a surprise either. The main upshot of which was I was asked not to be a "stalinist dictator" - ???!).
Also told Thrales I wouldn't be going to DART (Dancing America Rapper Tournament - like DERT but the other side of the pond and in the Autumn next year), as I'm not comfortable with the idea of taking a flight I could choose not to for the obvious climate reasons. I don't have any objection to the rest of the side going though and they could well have a side without me for it, which is good as it means its a personal thing, that means whilst the rest of the group know my views on the flights they're not forced to go along with them.