One poor chap is desperate for me to fly his marriage proposal around Leeds castle today. In this wind, he's going to be disappointed but as I told him, "It all works out in the end" and with a little patience, the weather will break over the coming week and he won't have to 'pop the question' in a howling gale!
Perhaps it's something to do with November, who knows but another romantic, living in the unexplored wilds of Norfolk asked if I could do the same up around Cromer. But even that pales in contrast with suitor No#3, who asked if I could fly to a spot near Bradford with a proposal at 8pm. "She won't be able to see it," I said, "it's dark" but he hadn't thought of that! Maybe there's a new market for luminous advertising, or huge flying signs, like those in the Sci-fi cult movie, 'Blade Runner."
Cabinet last night and standing outside the Gateway in Margate, a solitary middle-aged lady was singing loudly, a can of something cheerful gripped tightly in one hand. At both the bus stops, the new Samsung 'Galaxy' tab was being advertised by Tesco, only £500 for Christmas and incongruous I thought, in the circumstances and the location. Worlds apart but close enough to touch in a brief passing image of modern society.