Birthday Message

I imagine that Declan from Finedon is feeling fine today because it is his 18th birthday. Someone has a fine love for Declan from Finedon.

I possess these two pieces of knowledge because they took the trouble to find - in Finedon - an old grey sheet with faded memories of once being pristine white. How we all age. And having found the sheet, they imaginatively and creatively used a can of black paint to spray "18 Declan" on it.

Furthermore, they took this thoughtful and heartfelt message a stage further in Finedon and draped it over the roundabout so everyone could find out about Declan of Finedon on what would have otherwise been a dull drive to work on a Monday morning. 

Car Park by Escher

I had a strange feeling when I visited one of the multi-storey car-parks in Northampton the other day. This was not the sole purpose of the trip, of course, just a necesary by-product. It was very busy and so I had to drive up to quite a high level - not in relation to my standard of driving but in relation to the levels in the carpark you understand.

On leaving the car-park I had the distinct impression that the downward journey was a  lot longer than the upward journey, leading me to speculate that we were caught in an impossible construction designed by M. C. Escher and some how appropriated by Stephen King such that we were doomed to go round forever. Northampton often has this effect on me.