The Baldock Roundabout

Apologies for the break in service, I’ve got a lot on. Including a drive that took me 4 days, a broken wiper, and a puncture. Up this morning to the news that Baldock services have availed themselves of a franchise called https://www.germandonerkebab.com/

Many years ago, when I was a teenager, I had an older boyfriend who is now a Professor of Design and big in the world of product and art and design etc, because of course he is. He’s the real deal. Everything from James Bond Q bollocks to football stadiums. You probably see his work all the time and don’t know it. Anyway, for a long while we were skint, and when I was at university, he used to hitchhike to come and see me, using payphones. Yes, I am that old. There used to be a guy called Robert, and his van was Bob’s Fish, who used to pick him up at the Baldock roundabout like clockwork on a Friday. This was the 90s, obviously.

Baldock services, in general, is where hope goes to die. There used to be a fence (the rubbish green sprayed pine slatted fence) where hitchers wrote down or scratched how long they’d had to wait to get picked up. Hitching is a fine art. Most don’t have it. And trust me, Baldock services does not have it. It’s pretty much the loneliest place on earth. I’m so pleased that someone is going to be able to get a decent kebab there. Fill their tummy before they head for the hitching post.

These days, I still pick up hitchers if I can. As a lone woman, people tell me I’m mad. I ran a young and extremely hungover couple home the other week, to their door. 15 minutes out of my time is an irrelevance. I suspect they would have loved a good kebab.