And while we're on the subject, let's all have a long hard think about Christmas and puppies, shall we?

Here is a very sad sight I saw the other day:

Oh. Ok, I can see that photo might need a bit of context.

1. It was taken looking upwards from a train platform somewhere on the Overground line.  At Shadwell,  I think, although I can't be 100% sure. It doesn't really matter.

2. What you can't see in the picture is that there's some wire netting stretched across the top of the platform, and because this particular part of the Overground is, in fact, Underground, the wire netting is a tiny bit below road level.

3.  On the right there's a footbridge, from which people have thrown various unwanted items - old shoes, random gloves, that sort of thing - which you can see as little splodges in the photo.   (The big splodge is a tree branch.  You can ignore that).

Here's a close-up:

Forlorn, isn't it?

 And look closely.   Doesn't that silhouette look strangely familiar?  Are you experiencing a moment of vague recognition, as if this particular abandoned object is something you've seen before - perhaps quite recently - but can't quite place?

I told you it was sad.



Poor old Wenlock. Yesterday he was the nation's sweetheart, the darling of the Olympics;  now he's been tossed aside like - oh, I don't know, that bloke Tom Daley was in the synchronised diving with.

This might be a good time to remember that an Olympic mascot is not just for summer. It's for life.