After several failed attempts at drafting some witty commentary to accompany the images in this post I have opted to stick to the facts and simply recount how I happened across these images.
It was a Wednesday morning, no different from any other. As usual I bought my copy of The Guardian at Lancaster train station. I boarded the train and began my Wednesday morning ritual. I always start with G2, the Guardian supplement, reading from the back to the front. About a month prior to this particular Wednesday, the Wednesday Guardian acquired a level of importance that had previously been reserved for Tim Dowling articles. The change in hierarchy was brought on by my 108 Miles frustration; the Wednesday Guardian with its 40 something pages of job vacancies provided an end to this tiresome journey.
With approximately two hours travel time I was able to identify those jobs I was going to apply for, those I wished I could apply for and those that I thanked God I would never have to consider as a possible career option. In short, I could comfortably read each and every vacancy posted in the Guardian before I reached my destination.
An example of a vacany page can be seen by clicking on the first image in this post. This is page 28 of the Society section and is dated Wednesday 22nd March 2006. At a quick glance it is clear that a few large national public/charity sector organisations are looking to appoint trustees and a chair. All this makes sense, the Guardian afterall is a national paper read by ( I guess) a few (hundred?) thousand people.
What does not make sense is the advert that I have circled in red; this advert is better viewed by clicking on the second image in this post. Actually, the advert itself makes perfect sense. What I don’t understand is why the author/placer of the advert, a Mr Macleod Mfaniswa Tshawe Nonxoloba of Bulwayo, Zimbabwe, opted to use this particular medium for his advert.
Granted the section also allows for Notices but this is a Divorce Summons!
I notice that the wife (or ex-wife) had 18 days to respond. I sincerely hope that Mrs Esnath Nonxoloba (nee Ncube), “whose whereabout are unknown but believed to be in the United Kingdom” has done so. If not, then she is now
- the sole owner of whatever moveable property she has in her possession
- no longer owner of No. 5 Balmoral Road, Famona, Bulawayo (Hubby owns it all)
hmmm…Pole Mama! (for a translation see this post)