one of the more popular philosophical debates over the decades has been the subject of which came first, the chicken or the egg. it's a (somewhat) compelling question. what many don't perhaps appreciate, or bother to take an awareness of, is the wider metaphorical incantation of such, look you see. actually they do, when they answer a question posed of the order of something by simply quoting the whole chicken or egg dilemma.
why, exactly, this came to my mind of late was all to do with another sojourn into the realms of that there London (innit) place. for reasons of verk i found myself in, or on, a street (or road, or avenue or what have you) which had the name of Telford. immediately i concerned my thinking with whether this drew its name from the actual place Telford, or if it were so that Telford itself was named after this street (or road, etc). if you have also asked this question and are here seeking an answer, well, i do not have it. yet i am keen to explore the idea, so read on, if you will.
for illustrative purposes, yes, fans of such, this post is beautified with images of an abandoned trolley i saw whilst on the road (or street) of that name. quite overgrown, it has become. strangely, much like the chicken and egg quandary, this abandoned trolley covered in weeds or similar overgrowth is an actual representation of Telford as a street, and potentially a metaphorical one for the place.
no, as it happens, i have not ever been to the wonders of actual Telford. well, by that i mean the place. for all we know, as things stand, it could be that the street, or road, i was on is considered (and especially by locals) as the Telford, with the village, town, city or whatever it is of the same name merely cashing in or otherwise exploiting the name. further, i doubt very much i ever shall pay a visit to the place called Telford. not by choice, at the least, as every chance exists that verk may exile me there. if i were ever to transgress in the general area, it is more likely that it would be so to find me making the pilgrimage to Tipton.
did Jesus (not the bowling one) ever visit either of the Telford variations? well, just as it is improbable that there are two (2) places people could speak of when they said the place, it is remotely possible, i suppose. according to the myth, or if you prefer legend, it was Glastonbury that Jesus visited. looking at a conventional map, it would strike me as unlikely he took a route which went as far as the traditional west midlands location of Telford as we know it. however, it is entirely possible - by accident or chance, rather than choice - he went past the place which now features Telford as a road or street.
i have, as it happens, encountered at least one (1) person off of the place Telford. one has to be mindful of the perils associated with judging an entire place on the basis of a single representative, but still. this was not a pleasant encounter. he was quite a direct, loud gentleman, and not at all happy with his lot in life. why he chose to make this an issue to address with me remains unclear. but i do recall he did spend a good deal of time stating his "Telford credentials", of which i remain uncertain of the relevance. one would hope he did not represent the entire place, yet he was enough to prevent me from exploring the possibility of the truth of such.
how nice a place is Telford to live? this is a question i posed of the place, not the road or the street, to the internet. at first the answer came back as "yes", according to the Telford council website. but then virtually every other source said "no". oh. it didn't seem like a particularly worthwhile venture to ask the same of the road or street in London (innit), for as far as i could see not many live there.
perhaps there is something apt, or otherwise significant, in this long since abandoned trolley being found (or spotted) in a place bearing the name Telford. symbolic, even. a statement, perhaps. no, i am not sure what it would be saying, or means, but something. quite likely that someone of Telford the place, or even someone what had been on the road or street longer than i, would be able to give that a much more better comment than i could.
unfortunately i don't have that much else to say (or write) of this. it does speak volumes about the absurd lavish financial state of London (innit) that this trolley has been left where it is instead of traded in down at a scrapyard. perhaps too much of London, as in even a street or road bearing the name of Telford is affected, is now gentrified and they don't have decent, cash in hand scrap merchants no more. which would be a great shame.
rather unlikely that i shall attend, or visit, this Telford of London (innit) place again. i cannot say that someone telling me of how i will never set foot there again causes distress. yet i appreciate some, if not many, of you will have experienced the place in a way different from me, which is to say you liked it all. good for you, really.
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