We are listening to Disc Drive on CBC this evening, as we do, via the nostalgia-is-just-a-bandwidth-away beauty of live streaming. The hourly news comes on. We do our involuntary start at how strong Canadian accents really are without 12 years of London to smooth the edges, and continue our activities (me: catching up on the day - aka mindlessly surfing; N: communing with our dog Humphrey via ear scritches and happy sighs). We are sort-of listening, until we hear a shockingly enthusiastic Canadian male (I keep forgetting how peppy your average Canuck is) detailing the new security measures around a previously-vandalised statue of Terry Fox.
Razer wire, perhaps? CCTV? Armed Response? Motion sensor lights? Guard dogs?
Nope.
Prickly plants.
ahhh bless.
5 comments:
We're so peppy and perky wwe amaze even ourselves...
Never underestimate the power pf a good shrubbery
or a spellchecker...*blush*
Bring me a shrubbery!!
Speak for yourself Geo. To paraphrase a certain dead monarch, "We are not enthused."
*shit* - she's dead????
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