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.
Honorary member #0469, John Brunsden, has been busy wondering "What the hell ever happened to those photos I sent in for possible "Pole of the Month"? Here's what he said.
This pole(s) caught my eye on a recent holiday on the Isle of Wight, it's the darkside for me, being an Electricity pole and not the much safer Telecommunications sort, but the sheer number of steps made me stop the car and snap away, much to the bemusement of my wife and son :(
The 2 other pics are of the poles either side of this one, and both seem a slightly different design??
Well, as I said to my psychiatrist only yesterday, "If it's tall, wooden, sticky-uppy and has got wires coming out of the top then I'm morbidly fascinated." These are indeed handsome poles John, and yes, we continue to play with fire in this society by honouring such large volt carrying structures. We could be said to be cocking a snoop at the Pylon appreciators by making them P.O.T.M but these have wooden poles and so fall into our remit and so I would defend our right to do so unto death. My hamster's death anyway.
We're really playing with fire by posting these pictures on here and we could find ourselves embroiled in a turf war with the Pylon Appreciation Society over this. But Dave Bennett (#666) wrote in to say he's been having sleepless nights since spotting these near Steyning, Sussex. "Are they acceptable as poles or are they pylons masquerading as poles?" he asks. He's not the only one who has been troubled by these pole/pylon hybrids. And now that I've seen these pictures, I'm afraid I can't "un-see" them. Click on each image to enlarge, if you dare.
I'm trying really hard to resist the obvious "hotline" pun for this story. The Daily Mail didn't. Thanks to John Brunsden (#0469H) for bringing it to my attention, and hence to the wider world of telegraph pole appreciators. These photos (on loan from the Daily Mail website and also a well known search engine's street view) show after and before photos of a telegraph pole from a street in Paignton, Devon which seemed to spontaneously combust. Read about it all here.
Brilliant, we've had levitating poles before, smashed ones, crashed ones, short ones, fat ones, but never a burning one. There are no reports that the pole was consumed in the fire so I may take this as a sign from on high, that I should henceforth forge a new religion based around telegraph poles.
Reader Willi Montgomery Stack, brother-in-law to Doreen Bracegirdle, (she of the Norwich TPAS sect) has submitted a small essay on the subject of telegraph pole appreciation. Mr Stack began preparing said essay some years ago whilst chair of the East Dorset TPAS - an unhappy time he says, given the police enquiry and all those wasteful and inconclusive proesecutions. Nontheless said essay aims to examine the origins of appreciating, some of the leading figures in the field, its growing importance in both scientific and artistic terms and its gradual evolution right up to the formation of TPAS itself.
Clicking the read more button will take you to Mr Stack's opening paragraphs. He threatens more in the fullness of time, and by publication here we could be seen to be encouraging its production. However, despite the occasional robust terminology, it does make an interesting read.
That said, I normally like to punctuate my posts on here with a picture of a telegraph pole. So the one on the right is a sister pole to our very own TPAS pole. This one is from the midlands of Ireland somewhere, possibly Co. Cavan. We were running late and I had the words "What the hell are you doing stopping to take a picture of a bloody telegraph pole for we'll miss our boat" ringing in my ears.