Just having great joy looking through Stephen Briggs and TP's "The Streets of Ankh-Morpork" again. It adore this map. It's better still when unfolded in the Edwardian veneer of my work office - a place which looks more and more like it has been decorated by Commander Vime's, which at least explains my method of filing (i.e. the floor).
I proudly have the clarecarft Ankh-Morpork Coat of Arms plaque hanging on a wall for my degree certs and chartered bunff. If anyone asks I just say it is a family crest - there has only be one member of staff so far who has clocked what is actually it.
Altogether I am not sure if this equates to me being an extremely sad sort of person, though if it does than it is one which paradoxically makes me happy.
There is certainly an hint of Ankh-Morpork when you work in a zoo. Your feet tend to navigate you around the place wearing an old pair of boots on autopilot; the air is often thick with pungent odours that could be described as interestingly engaging insofar as you’d want an immediate divorce with your sense of smell, let alone the custody rights to its lingering memory; the sense of fashion is influenced by varies centuries whilst never deciding what the present timeline actually is; your not sure where the animals end and the people start or the people start and the animals end, much the same as where people start and people end and animals start and animals end; no one really trusts wizards
Andrew
I proudly have the clarecarft Ankh-Morpork Coat of Arms plaque hanging on a wall for my degree certs and chartered bunff. If anyone asks I just say it is a family crest - there has only be one member of staff so far who has clocked what is actually it.
Altogether I am not sure if this equates to me being an extremely sad sort of person, though if it does than it is one which paradoxically makes me happy.
There is certainly an hint of Ankh-Morpork when you work in a zoo. Your feet tend to navigate you around the place wearing an old pair of boots on autopilot; the air is often thick with pungent odours that could be described as interestingly engaging insofar as you’d want an immediate divorce with your sense of smell, let alone the custody rights to its lingering memory; the sense of fashion is influenced by varies centuries whilst never deciding what the present timeline actually is; your not sure where the animals end and the people start or the people start and the animals end, much the same as where people start and people end and animals start and animals end; no one really trusts wizards
Andrew
