Saturday, March 08, 2008

The Last Post


In the constantly changing urban environment, that is Queens Road, one thing remains a steady constant. This post box, now at a rather jaunty angle, probably following a dice with a delivery van, has been a link with the outside world since Clarendon Park was first built. Even in this age of super fast internet connections and e-mail, the humble envelope and stamp combination still has its place, be it to send a birthday card to a mate in a far flung place or to partake in the greatest pleasure available to the self employed, sending a clutch of invoices off at the end of a busy month. Odd how we take that red 2 inch x 10 inch slot so much for granted and grumble at a slight rise in cost every year. I actually think its pretty good value to be able to spend 30p and have something delivered to the other end of the country for the next day.... hopefully.

8 comments:

Diplomat said...

Beware the 2 X 10 - we now have to pass our post through a slot test to determine its revenue potential for the GPO (sic) before we can squeeze it into a post box. I think you were wearing that jumper the last time I saw you - very Scandanavian - carry on.

Peter Ashley said...

Did you know that all post boxes, particularly those in rural ares, have a wire mesh in the bottom that apparently is there to deter snails from making a meal of the post.(As if the Royal Mail don't do a good enough job already.)How this operates I haven't the faintest idea, but as you might expect there is one in the Ashley Towers Museum from a disused box in the wall of a Dorset manor house.

Toby Savage said...

I;ll sneak a look the next time my posting coincides with the collection. In deep suspense now.

Diplomat said...

i have just such an anti snail device in the mail box at work - it doesn't work and if you're not quick the buggers eat all the cheques - !

Peter Ashley said...

A unique variation on the old canard 'the cheque's in the post'.

Justin Savage said...

You've had that jumper for years.

A cheque walks into a bar, and the snail says: 'Why the long face?'

Tommy 3 jags said...

Pause. The cheque kicks the snail away as hard as he can. Three weeks later the cheque answers a knock on the door and the snail says 'what did you do that for'?

Justin Savage said...

but it was an iron bar.