On Tuesday, I turned 38. J stuck 3 little candles on my cake … if only! And then I discovered blogging. Quite serendiptous really. Browsing the news that morning, I wanted to find out more about the f***ers who were holding 2 Americans and a Brit hostage – some losers called the Tawhid and Jihad group. Anyway, that somehow took me to vixgirl’s site (respect!), so I decided to start my own blog …It seems appropriate that my inaugural blog should be about our home.
The pub next door, the Jolly Miller, is being changed back to a house, but what infuriated me was the article in the local rag about how people were so sorry to see it go. Someone even suggested keeping the sign up or putting up some sort of commemorative plaque. This is what I wrote to the editor …
Anyone lamenting the passing of the Jolly Miller pub cannot have suffered the years of pointless heart thumping Drum&Bass riffs every week-end, the swelling squeals of under aged drunks, the open and offensive transactions of drugs by the kerbside, the customary screeching of tyres as boy racers pull away at closing time, the permanent carpet of broken glass on the pavement in the mornings, the shameless use of our front garden as a privy, and general damage to adjoining property. As a neighbour, we have endured all the above and experienced the ultimate – a death threat when we asked for a car blocking our driveway to be moved! £50,000 worth of refurbishment in 1997 by the Wadworth group could not save this den of inequity from the inevitable – and the reason is simple: you can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear. A commemorative plaque? Absolutely! R.I.P.
So there … nothing more to be said.