Broken arms | Tuesday, November 22, 2005 |
Not mine; they're both fine.
Over the last couple of days there seem to have been what I would consider a disproportionate number of people around with bandaged arms. To be fair, I can't say that I ever given the question of what an acceptable number of broken arms should be, but nevertheless there do seem to be more than usual around.
There's a hospital near where I work and that could account for some of the invalids, but they seem to be everywhere rather than just in St. Leonards. On the way home yesterday (and quite near home too), was a guy wearing one of those full chest cast things. Maybe they're always there and it's like black cats, in that once you start to notice them, they're forever crossing your path, where before you were oblivious.
When looking for a picture of a black cat, I cam across the poem of the same name by Poe. That in turn let me to the film review of the 1934 movie starring both Boris Karloff and Bela Lugosi, who it seems was old enough to have been born in the old Austro-hungarian empire. Boris Karloff on the other hand was born in the less impressive sounding Camberwell, about 2 miles from our place in Brixton. Fancy that.
Over the last couple of days there seem to have been what I would consider a disproportionate number of people around with bandaged arms. To be fair, I can't say that I ever given the question of what an acceptable number of broken arms should be, but nevertheless there do seem to be more than usual around.
There's a hospital near where I work and that could account for some of the invalids, but they seem to be everywhere rather than just in St. Leonards. On the way home yesterday (and quite near home too), was a guy wearing one of those full chest cast things. Maybe they're always there and it's like black cats, in that once you start to notice them, they're forever crossing your path, where before you were oblivious. When looking for a picture of a black cat, I cam across the poem of the same name by Poe. That in turn let me to the film review of the 1934 movie starring both Boris Karloff and Bela Lugosi, who it seems was old enough to have been born in the old Austro-hungarian empire. Boris Karloff on the other hand was born in the less impressive sounding Camberwell, about 2 miles from our place in Brixton. Fancy that.
