In Thirsk last night, parked up on rain-drenched cobbles in the Market Square. I sat near an old guy in the pub (Old? He was probably younger than me…). Cradling a phone to his ear, he was having a long and involved conversation with somebody. It was only when the ‘conversation’ ended, and he took his hand away from his bewhiskered cheek, that I realised he didn’t have a phone…
Thirsk has free wifi around the town. In a few years wifi will no doubt be ubiquitous; there’ll be no need to look for it. I woke up this morning, and logged on, to find I’d licenced a pic (good price too)… of Thirsk, taken just a few yards from where I was parked…
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