Wired

Our telephone line was mended today although the broadband service is still very slow.
Here the engineers have caused a micro-jam on our approach lane as a single tractor requires passage. The bright yellow cherry picker made a striking contrast to the grey clouds over the sea.

Although we think of our dependence on tele-communications as a modern phenomenon the apocryphal words of Victorian versifier Alfred Austin came to my mind. He is generally reputed to have been the worst poet laureate of all time and in 1871 is said to have recorded the progress of an illness of the Prince of Wales (later Edward VII) in a poem that included the lines:

Across the wires the electric message came
'He is no better. He is much the same.'

It's now said that the attribution is unjust and he didn't write these words at all (although he wrote a great deal that was not much better.)
Nevertheless it's an excuse to draw attention to blouseybrown's effort to start a blip poetry group.

Personally I'd welcome a history group as well but so far there hasn't been much interest in that.

It's been suggested that a start could be made by tagging relevant blips 'poetry' or 'history' so that is what I will do.