I was given this little gem by a close contact and told to “get there before the tour bus parks up”
12 hours later I was there.
The traditional corner shop to the front, with the living quarters at the rear
I chose to ignore the big stark warning that lay in my path, and slipped through a yawning gap in the fence to find the back door of this shop cum living area wide open!
Completely dark inside head torch on, ah ffs,
If you fail to prepare you prepare to fail, flat battery! Back to the car for the hand held.
In the half gloom I nearly shit myself when I glimpsed Chucky’ s brother
And the horse he rode in on
A good selection of bits and pieces for us to admire. Not to keen on the giraffe skin brickwork, too painful on the eyes
Queenie and the handyman
A clock in a gloomy kitchen
A view of the corner shop, a failed business. In all honesty I’m amazed at the number of similar places successfully run by folk from the sub-continent. No one ever died through hard work.
Upstairs one long corridor with every room in complete disarray.
A selection of the interesting bits amongst the detritus
A good old selection of ancient machines for listening to music and writing stuff. Hey kids you didn’t invent technology!
Slightly out of focus I wasn’t concentrating!
Seriously? I don’t even understand the fucking questions!
Spoiler alert? Not really
Don’t ya just love top shelf mags?
I did join her inside
She did spread em for me
Flaps like John Wayne’s saddle bags.
Right I’m off.