I was walking the town and spotted this outside a building, I’m assuming someone had been renovating, maybe the foreigners and not knowing that it was a common custom in the past to brick these cats up in walls to keep away evil spirits and witches. Poor thing was just dumped out on the doorstep. Kicking myself really for not taking him to the museum as who knows where he has gone?
WE PROTEST: 32 leading archaeologists pen letter over controversial speech by Fenland Council Leader Alan Melton
THIRTY two leading archaeologists have written to the Cambs Times and Wisbech Standard protesting at the “shocking and potentially disastrous” plan to ease archaeological surveys on new developments in Fenland.
In an extraordinary protest, co-ordinated by Christopher Evans, executive director of the Cambridge Archaeological Unit at Cambridge University, the archaeologists claim Fenland District Council could be breaking the law if it goes ahead with its proposals.
Their letter questions the legality of the remarks made by Council Leader Alan Melton during his speech at last week’s Fenland building design awards, sponsored by Fenland Council and the Cambs Times/Wisbech Standard. Read more.
“As he approached me with those pasty white arms hanging out of his Gola vest, his smile told me it was dole day and I knew my velour tracksuit would be hanging off the lamp shade tonight.” “It was Dwayne’s birthday. I was preparing his special tea of Findus Crispy Pancakes and Pot Noodle. I would let him take me any way he wanted tonight. His favourite position was …what he called The Dogs of War. Where he took me from behind and played Call of Duty at the same time.”
“Our 6 week anniversary was approaching. This would be my longest relationship without becoming pregnant. I thought of this as he lay on top of me making love. His skinny arms straddled my head like breadsticks either side of an orange. As I rubbed his whiter than white back I imagined every mole I felt was spelling out Braille for I love you” “As I stood in line at the Job Centre thinking of reasons I couldn’t work, a sweet smell drifted past my pig like nostrils. It was a mixture of weed, B.O and Lynx Africa. I turned around and there was Dwayne. Our eyes met and he was soon lifting me onto the wheelie bins behind QD. He had tied up his Staffy to block the ally way so we wouldn’t be disturbed.
Bob the tramp was watching but it just added to the mystery. I knew it was love and my life would never be the same….
When I’m at work (which is only a couple of hours a week these days) I like to pass the time by looking around Britain on StreetView. Quite often I find that even the places with murky reputations have some lovely street scenes and pleasant neighbourhoods. Here’s a little collection of four towns I enjoyed looking around this week.