Here is my opinion on poles. Most of them are alright. They're like columns but without a roof to hold up, like lazy columns if you will. (not unlike the acres of newsprint currently dedicated to them in our national presses instead of making up a really good story (and speaking of really good stories - I woulda probly got the Henno this year if the Tribune Paper hadn't decided it had to close))
Back to the poles. One particular pole will be fondly remembered by readers of this blog as the slippiest pole in Dublin - one that was so slippy the "caution, slippery sign had slipped down it - unfortunately I'm no longer in the region of that pole, so can't update you on it's progress, but last I saw of it the area was still too unstable to allow for safe removal of the 2 year old "caution, slippery" sign - read more here. My uppermost opinion on poles though is that they are far sexier in the nude without giant passport photographs/ wanted signs plastered all over them.
Hey, Poster Putter Upper, Leave them Poles Alone!!! (To be sung to the Brick in the Wall song)