These much ignored pieces of rural and urban furniture finally have a website of their own.
This is not the site to visit for technical information pertaining to telegraph poles. You'll find nothing about 10KVa transformers, digital telephone networking or even so much as a single volt.
This is a website celebrating the glorious everyday mundanitude of these simple silent sentinels the world over.
|from the simple...||through the interesting...||to the hieroglyphics||and the alluring|
|click the thumbnails above to view the gallerys.||more poles...|
We don't care what the wires contain either. They all carry electricity in some way be it the sparky stuff which boils your kettle, or the thinner stuff with your voice in it when you're on the phone.
Please forgive my absence from these pages of late. Running a major international Telegraph Pole Appreciating organisation such as ours can take me away from my desk for lengthy periods. However, I'm back now and have tales to tell and photos of poles telegraph to share.
I might also add that we've been on the radio a bit just lately. First on BBC Radio 5 Live who were doing a feature on "dull" pastimes. I don't know why they thought to contact us. Anyway, the BBC's politically correct remit required them to tick the female demographic checkbox and so they insisted on speaking to my wife, aka Mrs TPAS. She put them straight on a few things, especially the fact that, until then, they may have bracketed us as dull. Our second radio appearance was on the breakfast show of Heart FM. I have no idea when that went out as it was pre-recorded, and getting up in time for breakfast is something which happens to other people. Anyway, apologies for not letting our readers know in advance either by twitter, this website or our facebook page. But hearing my recorded voice makes me cringe, so goodness knows what it must do to anyone else.
Anyway, back to the telegraph poles. Chris Furby wrote to us recently enclosing these two photos. They are, he says, the best of three in the New Cross Gate area of London. Radial Distribution at its very best. Thank you Chris. Hearing from Chris Furby however, reminded me that my daughter once had a mechanical battery powered talking teddy bear toy called a Furby. It was a sort of animatronic thing which once first out of the box slowly learned to speak English. Anyway, I came home one day to find that her elder brother, Tom, had skinned the thing alive and it was sitting there shivering in its metal skeleton. But it's language had come on leaps and bounds... "Shut the sodding door" it said as I came in, "it's bloody freezing in here".