Ostrich burgers and bad phone booths

I took a lot of random pictures in England. I went marketing (of course) and saw that low-fat is a selling point for ostrich burgers. There is an ostrich farm next to Cambridge. They must love the weather. How did someone get this brilliant idea?
My father asked me if ostriches were a more sustainable form of meat than cows, and my answer to that, as a trainee environmentalist, was to laugh incontrollably. I know that ostrich meat is very healthy, but there is something inately absurd about the bird that makes me snort at the idea of eating it.

The splendiferous part of Cambridge is how ornate everything is. You're walking in the street, minding your own business, and POF! Raise your head and you see this. You also meet people in bowler hats (the porters) who tell you about the history of the colleges. If you are a history nerd, this makes progress through the town very dawdling indeed.

I saw this every day in the Quaker library. I love that sentence. I'm not a believer, but as a recovering depressive, this rings a bell. I know, too sugary for words, but bear with me, turn up the Mahler, and have some fudge before it's all gone. There are moments where the light comes from the strangest places, from people you hardly know, or going on strange adventures, even from a little corner on the Internet. Sending hugs!

Am I going all maudlin on you? Fear not, I have pornographic phone booths for my finish!

In all the red phone booths in London, you get these pornographic postcards with numbers you can call. Firstly, this is so low-tech it's laughable. Secondly, in a public phone booth? With kids going to school? Or do you stealthily steal a card with a robot-lady wearing a strap-on, saying "I can go through the back door, can you?" and slip it in your business bag, in case of an emergency?

The moral of this is that a girl can spend hours thinking about GOD LIFE LIGHT WORK QUAKERS and end up snapping dirty pictures while giggling like a fool.