A newly-unveiled statue of a mermaid in Kazakhstan has apparently become a victim of her own popularity.
Even though it’s made of fibre-reinforced concrete, the statue in the northern Kazakh city of Pavlodar has been taken down for repairs after only two weeks on display, having suffered a broken finger and a damaged tail, after falling victim to “too much pressure” from adoring fans who like touching her.
She was particularly popular with newly-weds who insisted on having themselves photographed in front of the statue.
Local fishermen have been upset by the statue’s removal. They believe that the mermaid “mystically attracted” shoals of fish.
Even though the Kazakh mermaid bears a resemblance to her more famous sister in Copenhagen, there are differences – she has Asian features, her tail is adorned with a traditional Kazakh pattern and she wears a bra.
This rather nice modern circle of eight monoliths straddles a pedestrian / cycle path on a new housing estate at Seaham, County Durham.
Are they any the less for the fact that they weren’t erected thousands of years ago ?
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At first glance it looks like any other page in a family-friendly, local newspaper.
But lurking within the adverts lining the letters page of the Pembrokeshire Herald, is a decidedly top-shelf offer.
For as well as a quality range of cars and vans, Enterprise-Rent-A-Car appears to be promising free pick-ups AND “cock sucking”.
The advert, published in the 19 July issue, has since gone viral but bosses at the newspaper are urging the police to investigate, believing it was deliberately sabotaged – “A number of adverts… had additional copy inserted into them after they had been proofed and signed off” said the editor.
Sounds like a disaffected ex-employee’s parting shot to me… or on the other hand, perhaps it is genuine – hard times demand drastic marketing strategies.
Either way, I’m impressed they managed to avoid any reference to sheep.
Starlight Castle is a folly – or rather, the ruins of a folly, situated on the slopes of the north side of Holywell Dene, near Seaton Sluice in Northumberland and built in 1750.
Only and arch and a couple of bits of wall remain, but once it looked like this…
Legend has it that it was built overnight in order to win a wager
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We announce the release of a new album by FRANKENSTEIN SOUND LAB.
Titled Radio Frankenstein International, it is a collision between chance encounters ( in the form of random samples found on short wave radio) and structured music.
Free listen & download from the Malice In Sunderland website –
Spotted in the Newcastle Journal of 5th July 2013… a letter from one Arnold Laing of Newcastle –
Twice in recent days I have been approached in a Newcastle street and asked for 41p.
Does this figure have some special meaning ?
Its a shame it wasn’t 42p, because as I’m sure we all know, 42 is, in The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams, “The Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything“, calculated by an enormous supercomputer over a period of 7.5 million years. Unfortunately no one remembers what the question is.
But it wasn’t 42. So what significance 41 ?
Not much, it seems. It’s the international direct dialing code for Switzerland, but its probably pushing credibility to suggest that the beggars of Newcastle are making coded references to their Swiss bank accounts.
It’s an odd number to ask for, especially as it would require a number of coins – three minimum – when it would be so much easier all round to request 50p and get it (if lucky) in one coin.
So maybe its just one of those random bits of weird shit that happen…well, just because they can.
A mossy grotto alongside the south bank riverside path a little way east of Cox Green, a hamlet on the River Wear, about 5 miles out of Sunderland. Water drips from the roof and walls, forms pools on the floor.
I call it the Wishing Well because I came across reference to it by that name in someone’s memoirs of the 1930s published in the local paper. Its not otherwise refered to in any source that I’ve yet found, though maybe for others it has significance – on one visit I found a carefully constructed daisy-chain floating in the pool.
It’s really a well under threat – the roof of the grotto seems to consist entirely oif soil, held together by the roots of the trees growing on the bank above. Sooner or later the elements will conspire to bring the whole lot down, and the grotto will be gone, or at best extremely truncated.
Oh, and it works !
I presented a silver coin to the well spirit, made my wish (I wont divulge its nature) and within an hour my wish had been granted.