So the late Alex Lowe gets a mountain named after him...this rather ups the stakes in the saccharine-sickly mountain memorial stakes, doesn't it? Soon we'll be wishing we were in the days when the mountains were only littered with mawkish plaques and plastic flowers to commemorate old Stan who once had his dinner plate on a placemat with a picture of a hill on it, though no-one could ever remember which one. No, soon we're going to have to check our diaries to be certain that on October 17th we're going to walk up Ethel Brocklehurst's mountain, but a day later the mountain that used to be known as Ben Nevis will have become Jimmy Brown's point. But it'll all be worth it because it's what they would have wanted even though we never knew them, eh?
Still, look on the bright side. Once we get plastic electronics sorted there'll be a lot of money to be made out of electronic maps that can remember all these things and we'll all be able to buy lots of nice new kit. Wonderful.
Yes, you're right, it was probably time for my medicine an hour ago. Nurse!
Tony
Posted: 23/09/2005 at 11:23
