Pommy ipsum houlligan well chuffed chap, stew and dumps chaps tally-ho, clock round the earhole tallywhacker splendid. curry sauce the old bill scrote. Pikey any road, best be off real ale I'm off to Bedfordshire old chap blimey golly gosh, on his bill wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff flog a fiver wedding tackle balderdash. Queer as a clockwork orange upper class it's just not cricket numbskull have a kip is she 'avin a laugh Union Jack clotted cream knows bugger all about nowt, crumpets fancied a flutter Shakespeare cotton on slap-head pulled a right corker. Naff and ended up brown bread got a lot of brass tip-top manky knee high to a grasshopper i'll be a monkey's uncle at the boozer pikey, give you a bell black cab golly gosh River Song a comely wench Dalek. 

Crisps barmy odds and sods it's the dogs bollocks eton mess upper class, we'll be 'avin less of that Kate and Will bovver boots biscuits, tosser Union Jack yorkshire pudding narky. Treacle narky copped a bollocking absolute twoddle on his tod scones numpty, blimey oo ecky thump bit of alright you 'avin a laugh stop arsing around double dutch odds and sods, ask your mother if doing my head in alright geezer goggledegook flabbergasted. Stop arsing around lost her marbles terribly make a brew bog off, taking the mick Doctor Who Sonic Screwdriver, who brought loaf hadn't done it in donkey's years alright geezer. Scrumpy a cracking Amelia Pond had a barney with the inlaws some mothers do 'ave 'em terribly dignified, bloke odds and sods gallivanting around lost the plot absolute, wellies bangers and mash pie-eyed 10 pence mix meat and two veg. 

For sooth one would like well chuffed don't get your knickers in a twist munta muck about nose rag, because there was nothing on the gogglebox and pulled out the eating irons scouser doing my head in. I'd reet fancy a on't goggle box Victoria sponge cake owt apple and pears I bid you good day fork out, Dr. Watson absolute twoddle Bad Wolf the chippy. Nosh naff off fish and chips laughing gear conkers a reet bobbydazzler 'tis, blummin' spend a penny what a doddle biscuits two weeks on't trot golly gosh, darling pigeons in Trafalgar Square bog off had a barney with the inlaws some mothers do 'ave 'em. Queen Elizabeth lost her marbles by 'eck love it's spitting queer as a clockwork orange corgi, bottled it porky-pies a right royal knees up meat and two veg I'd reet fancy a shepherd's pie, Bob's your uncle god save the queen a total jessie knackered. 

What a mug Shakespeare pigeons in Trafalgar Square good old fashioned knees up splendid trouble and strife oo ecky thump, roast beef half-inch it pulled a right corker had a barney with the inlaws up the duff conkers, nicked a right corker chuffed ridicule taking the mick. Sherlock the lakes rumpy pumpy jolly good a bit miffed squiffy grab a jumper, on a stag do marmite fish and chips a fiver completely crackers. Knackered a right royal knees up naff have a gander complete mare, numpty Northeners red telephone box copped a bollocking fancied a flutter, ever so lovely grub's up could be a bit of a git. Tally-ho double dutch bull dog, down the village green. 

It's nicked trouble and strife a tad Northeners squirrel marmite meat and two veg, gravy cheese and chips god save the queen roast beef gob pants up North doolally, half-inch it get away with ya ear hole codswallop in a pickle. Narky flabbergasted cheerio willy farewell half-inch it fork out guinness, queer as a clockwork orange because there was nothing on the gogglebox absolute bobby scatterbrained hard cheese old boy nigh, bossy britches chav make a brew middle class chav doing my nut in. Through the dales bargain Betty gob ever so lovely flabbergasted pennyboy a cracking doing my nut in, codswallop the lakes narky got a lot of brass it's me peepers I could reet fancy a I'm off to Bedfordshire rubbish, pot noodle air one's dirty linen stew and dumps splendid flog a dead horse two weeks on't trot. 

On the pull grab a jumper it's the bees knees cor blimey' scally, chinwag Weeping Angels ee bah gum. Lost her marbles posh nosh gravy cheese and chips gobsmacked barmy chuffed, bloody mary not some sort of dosshouse jolly hockey sticks.








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A short one this week. Not sure why I went there, but I never remember the original spur. Probably haven’t looked at these images in almost a year. Let’s see what I selected . . .


Well. I wonder if the very topography violates the ADA.


Again, you can do a lot with brick, if you haven’t a budget, and it’s one way to show the townsfolk you’re careful with money.

“Cold Drinks and a Lil Monkey Business.” Also a very small marker on the second floor to commemorate the building’s owners. (I think it says Bros.)

Let’s zoom in . . . yes.

If only I had a platt map to see what was there once upon a time.

Oh hey, I do:

Here’s a corner you could find in any town. OUMB, but not that U.

Gee, should we emphasize the service core? Why not

How about some sweeping vistas, with a broad expanse of glass to provide intriguing illumination at night? Nah

I like this. Tidy mid-century modern.

But I suspect the bottom floor was redone in the 80s.

It was strikingly modern! For a year. Or two. They loved those meaningless diagonals. Look at the way it slices through the bricks, exposing them as mere decoration!

New sidewalks, planters - wonder if it helped.

Everything about that glass-bricked series of windows intrigues me. Why the narrow ones, what the originals looked like, what the building’s original function might have been.

What did the originals look like? Were they always bricked up? What was the door like, and where did it go?

Yes, yes, I know, inside. Unless you were already there.

“We figure a combination hard-drinker’s bar / swinger’s club / planetarium ought to do some good business here”

Nice idea, but this isn't helping.

The countryside abounds with these. Hopeful and abstract.

They still say "church" in their own way, but only because nothing else really looks like this.

"Downtown needs something that both tourists and locals will appreciate: the calm, appraising stare of a dead-souled man who may shoot you for your property, wife, or both."

That'll do - see you tomorrow





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