Things I like about Sydney No. 50: Obedience
What seems like a long, long time ago, in an airport in Amsterdam, my friend Kevin persuaded me to start writing this blog. He was sick of my constant groaning and moaning about living in Australia and told me to go away and think of all the things I liked about Sydney. And to then write them down.
Write, being the operative word. For when, some months later, I posted a blog with no text but plenty of pictures Kevin phoned me up and complained. "It doesn't count," he said.
Nevertheless, for this, my Jubilee blog, with apologies to Kevin in advance, here's an entry with no (or very little) text. A blog about signs. Signs which are hard to imagine being posted up anywhere in the streets of London...Signs which must be obeyed.
(And anyway Kevin...firstly, what's that cliche about a picture being worth a thousand words? And secondly, these are pictures OF words! Ha! Surely THAT counts.)