It's been a long time since I fell out of a party at breakfast time - with a floozy on my arm falling out of her frock. Damn, when did I get old? Today's post, believe it or believe it not, had nothing to do with privileged Cambridge students stumbling out of champagne fuelled dens of debauchery, blinking in the early morning light not knowing if it's New York or New Year.
No, today's offering was going to be a eulogy to a well known landmark by the side of the A14 situated between the M11 and the Great North Road: the Trinity Foot pub has been a touchstone for me for more years than I care to remember. Heading either into, or out of, London, the Trinity Foot was a halfway house. A marker post that seemed to whisper 'not far to go now.' Alas, no more; they knocked it down this week.
And the reason for the photo above? I Googled 'Trinity Foot Cambs' (other search engines are available) and that's what came up. Straight up. Is it any wonder productivity has fallen off a cliff since they discovered the Word Wide Web?
Anyway, to balance things up, here's a picture of the aforementioned hostelry in its heyday. Before the wrecking ball smashed her into the ground.
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Sorry to hear that your halfway house is no more - End of another era.ReplyDelete
Funny that about the google search result. Like Forrest Gump and his box of chocolates, you just never know what you're going to get. There are photos of my other half welcoming the dawn after a Cambridge ball (he was a guest as not nearly clever enough to have been a student there!) but fortunately, or maybe unfortunately for him, his female companions' attributes were still firmly contained in their dresses.
A - In the words of George Harrison: All Things Must Pass.Delete
And any thoughts of a 'Girls Falling out of Frocks' mini series must stay where they belong - in my head.