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.
We're side-stepping our remit a little here: tall, wooden, sticky-uppy, got wires coming out the top. But here is a subject we've touched on before and seems to fascinate our listeners. You will in no way remember these articles from 2012 on GPO Street furniture and More street furniture.
Well, Chris Payne, was digging around the internet, as you do, after he found this street marker set into a wall in Tring. He found our pages, but also this one from the Secret Scotland blog. Now, he says this G.R. marker is on the B4635 roughly where the Western Road changes to Western Road. But then Western road is already called Western road and I wonder did he mean to say it changes to something else. But I'm too polite to write back and ask him and I certainly hate to correct someone. It's this anxiousness to please, to not offend, to be all things to all people that means I drink a bottle and a half of Gaviscon a day. Anyway, so it's on the B4635 in Tring. And it's got G.R. on it and I'd like one in my garden. Thank you Chris.
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".
Due to the recent Red giant super moon, Telegraph Pole Appreciation Day is late this year and is on October 1st.
get outside and....
hug a telegraph pole
take a photgraph of one
write a poem about one
print off the postcard on the left
and stick it to your wall
mark this date in your calendar
(normally 21st September
and no, we didn't forget)
Intermittently regular correspondent, David Kendrick (#0609H) has explained his recent dearth of communiques. Not a sign of incipient polophobia he assures us. By way of proof he has sent us the picture you see below of the leaning pole of Morville (Salop). Found in the village hall car park. Morville being famous for a book my wife once read called "The Morville Hours" by Katherine Swift - about a garden I got dragged around a couple of years ago. My sulk lasted almost a full week after that. And "Salop" being ye olde name for the county of Shropshire. People like me, and David Kendrick I presume, refuse to give it it's modern name much preferring the owd word Salop. Salop, being the county wherein I also formed a society to maintain a stout postulation of Phlogiston theory.
Anyway, David Kendrick, no, this could never qualify as a Pole of the Month because it has its head buried in the hedge. We like to see its face.
The second photo he sent us is of an array of pole engineers' climbing equipment at the Kidderminster Railway Museum where he is a volunteer archivist and trainee boring old fart. I can't help but wonder what one goes on to be once graduated from this latter training course.
With regard the second photo. Through the wonders of internet technology, if you look away from the table full of tools for 10 seconds, then look back again, you will find I have removed one of the items. You pass the test if you can tell me which one it is.