In the newly-minted city of Bangor, County Down, there is a heritage trail carved into the paving, highlighting nearby objects and sites of interest. Here’s a representative sample:
It’s slightly hard to make out in that photo, but the left-most panel has some text written around a whimsical circle:
One of Two Edward VIII Post Boxes
The capitalisation and occasionally boldened words are, I regret, entirely the Council’s choices.
Edward VIII reigned for only 326 days, before abdicating so that he could marry a divorcée, Wallis Simpson. In 1937, it would have been unthinkable for the Head of the Church of England to be married to a divorced woman, something which wasn’t a barrier for the current occupant of the post. Religious doctrine may present a sheen of timelessness, but it’s shifted an awful lot over the last century.
For our purposes, this means that there aren’t that many Edward VIII postboxes—though even so, I was surprised by the ‘of two’—surely there are more than two of the things?!
A moment’s research reveals that I’m right: 161 of them were installed, of which perhaps half remain. So perhaps the engraving refers to Edward VIII post boxes in Northern Ireland.
A bit more searching, and I’m satisfied: there appears to be a much-celebrated example in Belfast—so celebrated, in fact, that’s it’s been removed from service and placed on display with a special plaque.
And isn’t that nice? Both of the Northern Irish Edward VIII postboxes have special plaques pointing out their unusual nature. Bravo. I’m satisfied.
Or so I thought.
The plaque on the Belfast example makes a startling claim: it says it is the only example in Northern Ireland. How can this possibly be?
Back to Bangor. As it turns out, the heritage trail is referring to this, on the front of Bangor Post Office:
This is a remarkable Edward VIII royal cypher on the front of a Post Office… but it isn’t a postbox. The clue is in the lack of a slot.
It used to be common for Post Offices to have cyphers on them, in much the same way as post boxes. As Post Offices are less common than post boxes, there are far fewer Edward VIII Post Offices than postboxes.
Therefore, the heritage trail could have made the much more impressive claim that this was Northern Ireland’s only Edward VIII Post Office. Instead, it made a less impressive claim, and in so doing, revealed the Council’s inability to recognise a postbox.
Today’s lesson is that you shouldn’t trust everything you see on the floor.
Sitting at the Harrods Champagne Bar last week, I overheard a conversation between two customers. One pulled a book of stamps from a handbag—“Ten pounds! And there’s only eight in it now, not twelve! Can you believe it?!”
“Talk about the cost of living!”
Today, they’d be even more appalled: the price of a first-class stamp rose to £1.35 this morning, so the book of eight sticky portraits of the King now costs £10.80.
If this interaction had been filmed and played to Rishi Sunak, I’m fairly sure he’d deny responsibility. And in a technical sense, he’d be correct: the price of first-class stamps was deregulated by his Prime Ministerial predecessor, and current Foreign Secretary, David Cameron. In 2012, when that decision was taken, a first-class stamp cost 46p; a book of twelve, £5.52.
For the Prime Minister, if the cost of living crisis—aka “cozzy livs”, apparently—is the topic of conversation in Harrods Champagne Bar, you’ve probably already lost the argument. Hailing a “new economic moment”, as Sunak was yesterday, probably isn’t going to cut the mustard.
But then, I don’t know what could save the Prime Minister now. As one Sunak-supporting MP said this week,
We’ve got to stick with the plan. I don’t know what it is, but we’ve got to stick with it and it’s working.
Ho-hum.
The image at the top of this post was generated by DALL·E 3.
2: Priority postboxes, for return of completed home swabs for COVID-19, have appeared as if overnight. Or at least, stickers which designate existing post boxes which are already emptied later in the day as “priority post boxes”.
3: Finland’s air force stopped using a swastika in its logo three and a half years ago, and no-one really noticed until now.
5: I’ve read quite a lot about Concorde over the years and the one parked up in Manchester is still on my “to visit” list. I’ve never read anything that got quite as closely into the financial side of the project as this 2002 article by Francis Spufford which I dredged up today.
6: In one of life’s stranger coincidences, after a few years of using Android phones, I bought my first iPhone since the 4S today—then realised that it is ten years to the day after I wrote about switching to the iPhone the first time round.
12: I learned only recently that it is expected behaviour—and, in some cases, a school rule—for children to make their own way to school from around the age of five in Switzerland. The Swiss government’s response to a five year old being fined last year for travelling on a bus without a ticket is heartwarming sensible: to make public transport free for young children, with the side-effect of further cementing this approach to school transport.
14: There’s a feeling of change in the air. Yesterday, I felt hopeful that covid-19 may be bringing to an end this brief era of populism: it seemed plausible that the crisis might sweep away the bombast of Trump, Johnson and Bolsanaro in favour of quieter competence. In the UK, witness the poll rating of Sunak and Starmer as examples of senior politicians who can both think and communicate clearly. Today, The New Yorker’s historical review had reminded me that things are rarely so straightforward: things can get worse as well as better.
15: “Andrew Lloyd Webber has sent a cease-and-desist letter to Donald Trump” sounds like the setup for a particularly corny joke, but it turns out that it’s the news these days.
16: We’re at a curious point in the Government’s response to covid-19. The official advice on gov.uk remains “stay at home as much as possible” yet the Government is running a major advertising campaign to convince everyone to do exactly the opposite, presumably for economic reasons.
17: One of the scariest charts I’ve seen in relation to covid-19 in the UK so far:
26: Meditation is probably associated with a lower prevalence of cardiovascular risks (at least according to this one limited study). All of my psychiatrist friends meditate themselves and tell me it’s the best thing since sliced bread, in much the same was as endocrinologists tend to talk about Vitamin D supplementation. I wonder what public health people are reputed to bang on about?
Last week, Wendy needed something posting quickly, so I took it to the local Post Office and coughed up £7.55 to send it via Special Delivery, expecting it to arrive the next working day.
Unfortunately, on this occasion, Royal Mail’s definition of “special” fell short of both my expectations and their service specification: it took almost a week. Their website clearly reports the postage and delivery date.
So given that Royal Mail know from their tracking system that the item was delayed, claiming the refund to which I’m entitled should be straightforward, right? Sadly not. It turns out that I have to fill in a form giving all sorts of details about the parcel, including the posting and delivery dates and times which they clearly already know, and submit this along with my original Post Office receipts (luckily, I’m a hoarder of Post Office receipts after previous bad experiences). I then have to wait 30 days – thirty days – for them to consider the claim, when it is already abundantly clear from the data they have that a refund is appropriate.
Why can’t I just go to the local Post Office, or phone a number, and get an immediate apology and refund based on the data they already have? The current system seems convoluted, illogical, and puts a totally unnecessary burden on the consumer. Rant over!
Does anyone remember when and why the Royal Mail stopped listing all collection times on postboxes? I’d imagine it’d be useful info if you wanted to give your postie a parcel that wouldn’t fit in the box.
I think that this little info notice used to be called a “Collection Plate”: I remember the homonymous connection with church amusing me as a child. Is that right, and has the name changed now that the function has (a bit)?
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