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Stopped off at an Olde English Coach House on our way home yesterday.

Listed building, and all that.

We stopped off for a bite to eat, but as there were no cooking aromas in evidence, and the menu looked like it had been there since the 1970's, and the only thing of any interest going on was Fulham v Blackburn on the telly, and some mad ancient old bastard in a white fedora who kept insisting on shouting 'There's only one F in Fulham'

What's that all about?

When we came out, the wife commented on the dodgy brickwork. I'm not kidding here, they had these tall chimneys and there wasn't one of the bleeding things at 90 degrees. Bricklaying (She knows all about bricklaying does the wife. She went on a course...don't ask...) and it really did look like the entire place was on the verge of collapse.

Being 9/11 and the old trout's birthday we decided to opt for an Ali Bullo kebab instead.

Anybody else here, ever gone into a building and been a bit concerned it might collapse at any second?

Regards

Skoob

(Apologies for rambling on a bit. V Tired.)

I was installing network cabling (in the days before everything was Wifi) into a an old Mill that had been sublet into lots of smaller rooms.

I was on the fourth floor (of six) laying some cabling when Weight Haters or Flab Fighters or Fat Fuckers or whatever they were called came in.

Bearing in mind this mill was built a long time ago, I don't think the flooring was designed for thirty people in synchronised star jumps.

That felt decidedly dodgy.

I left the cabling figuring I'd either do it when they'd gone, or sell what I had left when the building turned to rubble around them.

Besides the reverberations the sight of nine hundred stone of lycra clad wobble put me off my tea.

Iain

Droitwich...Worcestershire young farmers,.. Manchester City fans...venues in the arse end of beyond...

Sod it. I'm stopping in this weekend.

Rgadrs

Sokob

This reminds me of the Churchlady skits from SNL back in the days when it was somewhat funny. And now that I've said this, I don't think it was Churchlady. That was Dana Carvey. The character I'm thinking of was Mike Myers...where he'd give some bizarre topic, relate it to Barbra Streisand and would say "Discuss." Forgot the name of his character.

Not about the building collapsing - but about an old building.

A lad in my year at school started work in a textile waste processing mill. He was on the eighth floor, offloading bails of waste textiles from a hook and cable in a liftshaft.

Anyway. He fell. Eight floors.

Luckily for him, he held on to the bail, and when it hit the ground, he landed on top of it. Walked away without a scratch.

True that. Big article about it in the local paper at the time.

Regards

Skoob.

I once visited a house in Stratford upon Avon. When we got there, I said to the misses, "That place looks a bit dodgy"
She asked this bloke standing outside, if was safe to go in.
I told her, "I'm not going in some run down fukin hovel like that mate, it looks like its sinking". Course, her being a bird, goes straight in, no fukin bye or leave, an Im outside lookin like a nonce on day release. Then she comes bounding out, givin it the large it belongs to some tart named Anne Haveitaway! Well, I think the bitch should do sumfink abart the fukin subsidence before renting it out.


Arm xxxxx