After finishing work thingies for the day (more to come in the traditional daily report), I had a look at some of the aerial photography exhibition that seems to be scattered around Birmingham.
I spotted this quite nice one of Caerphilly Castle (I’ll let them off the English spelling, just so long as they don’t pronounce it CARE-filly):
Very nice. Then I noticed the words. Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear:
Wait, what? Some French bloke builds a castle in Wales and apparently used it to prevent Welsh people invading Wales. You have to wonder if anyone thought about those words before having them printed and put on public show….
Obviously it didn’t work, because Caerphilly is full of Welsh people these days, and not too many Normans. Apart from Norman who runs the chip shop, who I just invented because if I didn’t do the obvious gag, somebody else would have.
And talking of things Welsh, there were a lot of Police around New Street Station, including at least one van from Wales (easily identifiable by the large friendly letters HEDDLU). I suspect they were all waiting to greet a party of tiddlywinks fans, or some other such sporting thingy.
 Bloody Normans