This is a slightly curious one. An article which wasn’t my idea and
which it would almost certainly never have occurred to me to write, but which
has ended up becoming one of the most-read pieces of work I have ever done.
Sunday, 28 June 2026
A Piece of Pastry
Sunday, 7 June 2026
Penny, the Pylon, and Me
At my secondary school, which I attended all the way
through from year seven to sixth form, at the beginning of every school year you’d
be issued with a school diary. I expect many if not most other schools of the
time had something similar – an A5-sized, spiral-bound thing probably about half
an inch thick, mainly made up of weekly planner pages for recording homework,
etc, but also with your timetable, staff list, school rules, a map of the school
site and where each classroom was, and all that kind of thing.
Almost everyone would heavily-customise these – i.e.
scribble all over them – but many of us would also stick various things onto
the clear plastic ‘covers’ which protected the front and back pages. I would
usually add various pictures cut out of newspapers and magazines – Formula One
cars, Daleks, and other bits and pieces reflecting my interests.
In my final year at school, the last year of sixth form,
one of the pictures I had stuck to the front of my diary was a print-out of a
photo I’d taken myself.
“It’s a pylon,” Penny, my closest friend at the time, would
point out, deeply unimpressed. “Why do you have a pylon on the front of your
diary, Paolo?” My “pylon” was, as I recall, the subject of much withering
contempt from her throughout that school year.
It was not, of course, a pylon. Oh no. It was something much
more exciting. A transmitter mast.
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