I came, I saw, I ducked.

Recently i was introduced to the lesser known Midhurst Bridge. Every one knows it has a tunnel remaining from the Chichester to Midhurst (or vice versa) railway and is currently full of bats and terminates at Holmbush.
The bridge is one of those awesome sights that is best viewed when the wind is right and the sun is in a parabolic eclipse. The Highways department know exactly where it is as can be seen from their regulation road sign as you approach its last known location.

Following through an old railway bridge on centurian way, next to some Tank traps from the 2nd world war, lies a once loved and now sad little lodge house

Many years a go there used to be 3 big traditions in the Uk, we had the Winter Beltane solstice on December 21st - the shortest day,. There was December the 25th aka Christ Mass, and then there was January 1st where beating the bounds took place.

Other names for this were walking the bounds, perambulation (where the word prams springs from ?) but my favourite is Beating of the bounds, traditionally done with willow sticks to drive the spirits out, while showing locals where boundaries were - especially young boys who were bumped at the main locations .  Clearly a pagan tradition that then got "integrated" into christianity where the parish boundaries would be walked.

Recently i watched one of the largest on line printers drop so many clangers that bordered on rudeness and gender abuse that i was shocked.

 
For the transcripts, i have changed the names of the agents, and the printers name.

To set the scene, the printer has a webchat form that can only be accessed while logged into your account, and you have to enter the basic first/last name, whats your issue into the boxes. I know for a fact these boxes were filled out with "do not use" in the first name and the question was "copy my postcard design to same sized flyer design"