QUOTE (Nothing Much @ Apr 4 2012, 11:58 AM)
Take care jaycakes, after your difficulty with a less than pleasant ex-councillor
you had best not become vexatious.
Hopefully not. I do not want the council to surround my house with some plastic fencing such as this
Because if they do there is absolutely no way that I would ever, in my life time or that of my not yet even conceived children's lifetime, ever, be able to break it down.
It's impenetrable.
I have just finished work so I'm too tired to properly reply but about the parking shambles you mention, sounds like a bit of a screw up.
Talking of tumbling down, I need to go to bed.
QUOTE (Simon Kirby @ Apr 4 2012, 11:52 AM)
Don't you think there should be a Car Park of the Year competition? This would be my nomination: The Chase, Woolton Hill.
I would be down for that.
After all as part of the "newbury r00dboy mass!v3", who sit in my car in a car park for no obvious reason.
Mainly just 'cause I like hanging around with my friends or more often by myself. Contemplation knows no bounds. And the odd bit of female company I get is often spent in car parks (hey it's cheaper and better than going out for dinner) and they end up liking it too. I buy them an ice-cream.
McDonalds car park at the retail park is only a 4/10, your nomination would be a 9/10.
10/10 was the car park at some biker-cafe I can't remember the name of, many moons ago. I had one of my crotch rockets. I made many friends. People thought I was a jet pilot.
While perhaps a bit youthful and exuberant I was a very good rider especially for my age. I went out with my Dad and one of his friends. You know the sort. Grey face with wrinkly hair. Or something like that. The old man who had lectured me about safe riding then performed multiple dangerous manoeuvres! Even my Daddy admitted he was riding like a pillock. Oh well.
I guess car parks have different significance for us. For me they are places to go and meet people and the quality reflects on the ability to do that.
I don't think I've ever parked anywhere and thought "this is a nice car park" just on the merits of the space as a pure parking area - because there's never enough space to park a normal sized car (say a Golf) and open your doors. Even though I fastidiously park in the middle of every single bloody parking bay I use you always have open the door the teeniest amount to be able to get in without smashing the door of the car next to you (some people just smash the door I'm very careful).
Then you get Victoria in her BMW X5 who parks like
this and it just ruins the experience..
Imagine saying that to your girlfriend, "come on honey we're going on a tour of Britain's car parks.."
A fat peg and a small hole come to mind. Especially with me. The peg is very fat.