Thursday 28 January 2010
Tuesday 26 January 2010
...wondering about the niceness of suburbia
Has the idyllic but superficial nature of the appeal of the suburban neighbourhood been ruined with the boom in local council's use of the wheelie-bin?
In other words:
Is the wheelie-bin the modern blight on the wafer-thin gloss of suburban aesthetics.
So many Victorian terraces, Barratt-built modern toss and everything before, after and in-between has be compromised by the introduction of the one-size-fits-nothing wheelie-monster.
The idea of Victorian housing, whether terrace, flat or house, was to have the best parts of life showing. The best room; the Sunday-only front room was, well, the front. You sit there in your best clothes, watching everyone else's sitting there in their best, looking back at you. All was well in society and at least on one day, you knew exactly where you where in the grand scheme of your street. You, in Victorian society, knew where you were in every other aspect of life all the time anyway.
But today, there is no front in the same fake 'all is well' sense. So many houses of the past are now flats, flats are now studios. Fit it in, it's all introverted living anyway.
When you now drive up and down any suburban context in Britain today, it's not the houses that you first see, it's the bins, the masses of bins. Wheelie with many various coloured recycling boxes on top. Don't get me wrong, I recycle like a nut myself. But it's strange how the rubbish now controls the area between the front door and the pavement. What next, we literally do the laundry in the gutter outside, in the street. No, that's just silly, we have machines in the kitchen, integrated and hidden, for washing and drying that lot. No, we, as modern-lifers, seem to be proud of our shit, the waste of our- until quite recently- prosperous lives.
It's really bazaar why it's got like this. But until some bright-light a few years ago thought of the wheelie being the answer to the question no-one asked, the back alley, the back passage, the rear run, was thought to be a thing of un-need. Now, it would be the thing to make the wheelie work without the visual blighting we have at present. The trucks could run up or down them, with the technicians or whatever, working behind. That would work right?
I don't know, I'm asking you!
In other words:
Is the wheelie-bin the modern blight on the wafer-thin gloss of suburban aesthetics.
So many Victorian terraces, Barratt-built modern toss and everything before, after and in-between has be compromised by the introduction of the one-size-fits-nothing wheelie-monster.
The idea of Victorian housing, whether terrace, flat or house, was to have the best parts of life showing. The best room; the Sunday-only front room was, well, the front. You sit there in your best clothes, watching everyone else's sitting there in their best, looking back at you. All was well in society and at least on one day, you knew exactly where you where in the grand scheme of your street. You, in Victorian society, knew where you were in every other aspect of life all the time anyway.
But today, there is no front in the same fake 'all is well' sense. So many houses of the past are now flats, flats are now studios. Fit it in, it's all introverted living anyway.
When you now drive up and down any suburban context in Britain today, it's not the houses that you first see, it's the bins, the masses of bins. Wheelie with many various coloured recycling boxes on top. Don't get me wrong, I recycle like a nut myself. But it's strange how the rubbish now controls the area between the front door and the pavement. What next, we literally do the laundry in the gutter outside, in the street. No, that's just silly, we have machines in the kitchen, integrated and hidden, for washing and drying that lot. No, we, as modern-lifers, seem to be proud of our shit, the waste of our- until quite recently- prosperous lives.
It's really bazaar why it's got like this. But until some bright-light a few years ago thought of the wheelie being the answer to the question no-one asked, the back alley, the back passage, the rear run, was thought to be a thing of un-need. Now, it would be the thing to make the wheelie work without the visual blighting we have at present. The trucks could run up or down them, with the technicians or whatever, working behind. That would work right?
I don't know, I'm asking you!
Sunday 24 January 2010
...going to...
...plug my Milly Moo.
Not actually pluging her, but the crappy poem I wrote about her. Still needs a bit of tidying I think, but anyway....
Nobody knows were the Milly Moo goes.
Plus, her she is, rabbiting to the birds last Sunday
Not actually pluging her, but the crappy poem I wrote about her. Still needs a bit of tidying I think, but anyway....
Nobody knows were the Milly Moo goes.
Plus, her she is, rabbiting to the birds last Sunday
Sunday 17 January 2010
...going to push on up and out...
...yeah, I don't know what I mean either. Something about not getting so sleepy all the time.
Well I've started my have a big roast dinner:
Roast chicken breast (over cooked to taste perfection but it shrunk like no-bodies business)
Roast carrots
Roast Parsnip fingers
Steamed runners
Steamed peas
Steamed carrots
Steamed Broccoli
Roast potatoes
Bread sauce
Chicken gravy from steamed veg water (vitamins, hopefully)
Yorkshire Puddings
It might be bad taste to advertise my gluttony but I don't always eat like this. Normally it's a bowl of cereal or a fortnight on Tuesdays, Dominos 2-for-1 (which we eat over 2 nights)
Anywho, here's a picture of said meal:
Well I've started my have a big roast dinner:
Roast chicken breast (over cooked to taste perfection but it shrunk like no-bodies business)
Roast carrots
Roast Parsnip fingers
Steamed runners
Steamed peas
Steamed carrots
Steamed Broccoli
Roast potatoes
Bread sauce
Chicken gravy from steamed veg water (vitamins, hopefully)
Yorkshire Puddings
It might be bad taste to advertise my gluttony but I don't always eat like this. Normally it's a bowl of cereal or a fortnight on Tuesdays, Dominos 2-for-1 (which we eat over 2 nights)
Anywho, here's a picture of said meal:
Saturday 16 January 2010
...sleepy sleep
Yeah, I don't know what it is, or why, but I've been so sleepy this last week.
Shame really, I've wanted to do more writing and I'm full of ideas too, but yeah, I'm shattered.
Maybe it's the cold or the fact that it's been really, really dark here in the Second City of the Empire, but...
...I've struggling to stay awake longer than three hours at a time.
Anyway, I'll eat more veg, maybe that'll do it!
Shame really, I've wanted to do more writing and I'm full of ideas too, but yeah, I'm shattered.
Maybe it's the cold or the fact that it's been really, really dark here in the Second City of the Empire, but...
...I've struggling to stay awake longer than three hours at a time.
Anyway, I'll eat more veg, maybe that'll do it!
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