I’m usually up around 6am most mornings, and this morning’s rainy Sunday was no exception. The radio is exceptionally easy on the ear at this time on a Sunday.
. . . . and next up is the News and papers – so is this where I learn the astonishing news that forms the title of this posting?
“The Gods have spoken to me!” I thought, and ran away to get Klicky McKlickface . . . (my Camera, no idea – it just seemed funny when I said it the first time).
Risking the sheer acid spitting hell & fury of a partner who likes to sleep in on Sundays (or any bloody day if she didn’t work), I charge into the bedroom and fire-up Big-Bogey (the PC – I dunno, it just seemed funny at the time), Firefox, Google, and the Maps pages – understandably in that order.
PhotoShop is next: tracing the photo of the van, squeezing the layer across onto a map of europe –
something’s wrong though – it doesn’t fit.
Germany I know, Italy I know – but there’s a knob – a KNOB sitting out there to the West.
Going as well? – unbelievable.
So there you have it. Incontrovertible proof from the Gods themselves, the new shape of Europe.
You heard it here first.