Here’s my pseuds’ corner post for the year, which will be of especial interest to all who have worked with databases.
It’s a street name sign in our new home town of Worthing, although Field Row is not a street, more what we call in these parts a twitten, meaning an alley or a passageway. This one runs north south and emerges into the delightful Ambrose Place, is wide enough for two people to walk side-by-side. Cycling side-by-side down Field Row might result in some scraped flesh, which should give you some idea of how wide it is. These twittens are great ways to escape the town’s traffic, threading one’s way behind the backs of Georgian houses to get oneself from A to B with something interesting to bump into each time.
Field Row might have been a row of cottages overlooking a field. Maybe I should try and find out. But it certainly acquired its name long before databases were invented. Each time I take the Field Row short cut, I have a giggle and start pondering the origins of database terminology, as one does. And a dry and highfalutin subject it is. Put a field row into a database and the system, as you know well, would crash.
Prizes will be awarded to anyone sending in a photograph of a column of individuals carrying a table along Field Row. At least one person needs to be visible nearby pointing their index finger at a cell phone …