it is so that people are once again commencing, or reconvening if you like, to engage in the sorts of things what they would usually have done. that is, done prior to all of this plague business, which prompted an invisible war and some precise, clear instructions as to how to fight it.
lots of different people quite liked to do lots of different things, either alone, in solitude by choice or default, or in groups. i suspect that listing all of them would be a very tedious thing for me to do, and no one would read it so it would be quite silly and pointless. rather, then, let me concentrate on the one thing i saw what i presume some people like to do.
which, apparently, is to climb or otherwise engineer their way into a reasonably stable but all the same potentially volatile electric substation thing, bringing with them some industrial strength cider to enjoy.
whereas i would never (ever) profess to be expert, or particularly widely read, in the knowledge and the ways of the magical miracle of electricity distribution, i do have a basic, fundamental and indeed rudimentary appreciation of the fact that it is somewhat dangerous. or, rather, it can be dangerous, but they take great measures - large fences with piercing spikes on the top, say - to ensure people are kept safe and are advised, in an overtly tacit way, to keep a distance for any of the life troubling aspects of it all.
at this point i feel obliged to stress the obvious. unless you are trained, qualified, licenced, authorised or are for reasons of employment are compelled to do so, then you should not be approaching one of these electric network things. to do so would be dangerous, and indeed f*****g stupid. beyond blowing yourself up, you are likely to knock out the electric supply to many, many fine people who have no wish to have the flow disrupted, and you will probably start a fire or two.
but, or and yet, here we are. someone did precisely the above, and did it with that cheap, about £1 a litre cider, too. quite remarkable really. i confess that i cannot help be fascinated by the mindset which says "let me go get some cheap cider, go somewhere quite dangerous that i am not supposed to be, and drink it all". there was this one bloke i knew of who, every morning at around 8am, would visit a local retailer and purchase one loaf of bread and one two litre bottle of cheap cider. it was so that the staff of the shop referred to him as being the equivalent of a village idiot, but i am not convinced. he, after all, seemed quite happy with his lot in life, even if that appeared to be one bereft of the means of washing stains from garments.
cider drinking in less than conventional, more unusual locations seems to be quite a thing at the moment. just recently i was driving along a motorway of some significance. during this drive i observed some members of the constabulary remonstrating with a gentleman. generally it is so that pedestrians are encouraged not to walk along motorways unless there is some good reason for such. i do believe, however, that the constabulary were called to intervene in his stroll specifically as he appeared to have a few cans with him. whereas i am sure there is some enjoyment in walking along, decking some cider as cars whizz past you at formidable (and mostly legal) speeds, it really isn't something i would imagine is encouraged or tolerated.
so, if you wish to enjoy a few drinks, be it cheap, industrial strength cider or something closer to the more refined end of the alcohol spectrum, please give every consideration to doing so in a reasonably safe and not particularly dangerous location.
be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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