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ShareWhy should anyone worry about them at all? But I must. Every newspaper article that discusses them, I devour. Every discussion about roads and pavements (strangely, these are very common in newspaper offices)
I take vociferous part in. It could be that I am strangely moved by pavements and paver blocks. This is more true than you can imagine. I move along them strangely because often I cannot move on them at all.
Two words: high heels. Another two words: morning walk. If you wear high heels, then to navigate your way over paver blocks makes you feel like the Jack Nicholson character in As Good As It Gets.
You have obsessive compulsive disorder so you have to avoid the cracks in the pavement. But paver blocks -- all right, all right, those dumb dumbbell-shaped things which footpaths are covered with -- are all cracks and no pavement.
High heels can be a bit unstable; they need stable ground to walk on. Paver blocks are unstable too -- the way they're laid (badly), walking on them is like hobbling on cobblestones. Give up high heels, I hear you say. Must I, just because they are uneven, given to collapsing and getting higgledy-piggledy?
So that brings me to morning walks. I do not wear high heels at this time. But I do run into mountains and mountains of paver blocks standing next to craters and craters of dug up pavements. If the pavements and roads had been paved quickly, you could have practised spraining your ankle on their unevenness. Now you just try and manoeuvre your way through an obstacle course.
Paver blocks. Humph.
Pick of the week
Why do these ladies who light up our nights, lives, television screens have such strange haircuts? The latest fad is the comb over. You know, when a huge tranche of hair moves sideways from one part of your head to another?
I know why some men are forced to do it. When some of them lose their hair, as does happen to men, they get nervous, forget the sexiness of Telly Savalas, Yul Brynner and dare I say it, Moshe Dayan and start growing one side of their hair.
Then when it's long enough, they take it across the top of their head and hang it over the other side. This is supposed to disguise creeping hairlessness. I sympathise with the men and so get why they do what they do. But the ladies? So, how about a reality game show, 'Worst anchor kaun?' based on their hairstyles because I can't understand a word they say anyway.
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