Tearing down Poole town
Oct. 14th, 2022 10:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
puddlesharkThings seen on recent visits to Poole town:
- Cranes & hoarding, demolition rubble & redevelopment everywhere. The banner hanging on wire fencing - "Brymor Construction - Delivering Excellence" - has begun to sag, obscuring the end of the slogan. Every time it catches my eye, I misread it as "Brymor Construction - Delivering Excuses".
- A massive concrete multi-storey car park has appeared almost overnight along Holes Bay. I'm told it is staff parking for a massive Amazon warehouse.
- On a pavement, two young men sharing the same electric scooter, chatting happily as they went their way.
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I've worn the heels right down on my walking boots, the way I always wear the heels down to one side on all my shoes and wellingtons. If I were a horse, you would say I had poor conformation, and I'd never pass the vet. Anyway, the boots are starting to cause problems with my achilles tendon.
Made the mistake of trying to buy some new walking shoes in Poole last week, and was completely ignored by sales assistants in three stores in Poole: Mountain Warehouse, Regatta, and Millets. I wouldn't have minded so much, but I was the only customer in the shop on all three occasions.
Theory 1: I am invisible.
Theory 2: The sales assistants know their products are rubbish, and don't think I should waste my money.
Theory 3: The sales assistants see so few customers these days, they have fallen into apathy & despair.
I'll have to go back to Great Western Camping in Dorchester, and plague that very nice young man again. (I tried on every boot in the shop last time before I found a pair that fitted...)
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Saw my sister last week. She had just got back from a cheap Mediterranean holiday with Easyjet - the holiday now referred to as "The holiday we will never speak of again". She showed me her holiday photos, including the one of Clive the Cockroach, who shared their bathroom. (I didn't know cockroaches grew that big. Impressive.)
On the way back, their flight was delayed and didn't arrive at Gatwick until midnight. The airport was crowded with people from earlier flights waiting for their luggage. But no luggage appeared.
At 3am, a poor harrassed Easyjet employee risked lynching by making an announcement that there were no baggage handlers available until 6am, and that then it would take them an estimated twelve hours to clear the backlog. Passengers could either wait up to twelve hours for their luggage, or have the luggage sent to them sometime in the next three weeks.
- Cranes & hoarding, demolition rubble & redevelopment everywhere. The banner hanging on wire fencing - "Brymor Construction - Delivering Excellence" - has begun to sag, obscuring the end of the slogan. Every time it catches my eye, I misread it as "Brymor Construction - Delivering Excuses".
- A massive concrete multi-storey car park has appeared almost overnight along Holes Bay. I'm told it is staff parking for a massive Amazon warehouse.
- On a pavement, two young men sharing the same electric scooter, chatting happily as they went their way.
***
I've worn the heels right down on my walking boots, the way I always wear the heels down to one side on all my shoes and wellingtons. If I were a horse, you would say I had poor conformation, and I'd never pass the vet. Anyway, the boots are starting to cause problems with my achilles tendon.
Made the mistake of trying to buy some new walking shoes in Poole last week, and was completely ignored by sales assistants in three stores in Poole: Mountain Warehouse, Regatta, and Millets. I wouldn't have minded so much, but I was the only customer in the shop on all three occasions.
Theory 1: I am invisible.
Theory 2: The sales assistants know their products are rubbish, and don't think I should waste my money.
Theory 3: The sales assistants see so few customers these days, they have fallen into apathy & despair.
I'll have to go back to Great Western Camping in Dorchester, and plague that very nice young man again. (I tried on every boot in the shop last time before I found a pair that fitted...)
***
Saw my sister last week. She had just got back from a cheap Mediterranean holiday with Easyjet - the holiday now referred to as "The holiday we will never speak of again". She showed me her holiday photos, including the one of Clive the Cockroach, who shared their bathroom. (I didn't know cockroaches grew that big. Impressive.)
On the way back, their flight was delayed and didn't arrive at Gatwick until midnight. The airport was crowded with people from earlier flights waiting for their luggage. But no luggage appeared.
At 3am, a poor harrassed Easyjet employee risked lynching by making an announcement that there were no baggage handlers available until 6am, and that then it would take them an estimated twelve hours to clear the backlog. Passengers could either wait up to twelve hours for their luggage, or have the luggage sent to them sometime in the next three weeks.
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Date: 2022-10-15 03:13 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2022-10-16 02:50 pm (UTC)I hope you can find some nice walking boots you like.
All this new development, there is a lot of it here too ugh!
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Date: 2022-10-17 04:28 pm (UTC)I wouldn't mind the redevelopment so much if the developers were building anything beautiful, or environmentally friendly, or designed to last; but all they are doing is throwing up blocks of cheap flats that will end up being demolished in another fifty years, destroying what little is left of the town's history in the process. *sighs*
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Date: 2022-10-17 11:15 pm (UTC)