Discussion in 'Brixton' started by Crispy, Oct 2, 2011.
my eyes .. my eyes....
It depends who is driving it too. I drive a pickup with a hood over the back tray so it looks a bit like an SUV. If I drive it I often get asked to pay. If the gf drives it she never has any problems.
Yay! It's raining! Finally!
Looks like proper rain an' all.
autumn rain is nothing to smile about
*considers rain with appropriate level of gravitas*
I don't have any winter clothes, including a coat but I'm managing to keep my pecker up.
I don't mind it. Then again, if I had to cycle downhill in it I might feel differently about it.
But it's not rained for weeks and weeks and weeks! Everything is parched!
Hoorah for normal predictable reliable weather.
Saves me watering the plants so I'm happy
London seems to get less and less rain every year. It's been a very dry autumn.
It might count as a desert soon.
suits me! sunny autumn days are lovely/ that crispness that gives you the illusion of fresh unpolluted air. much better than wet and drizzly.
But the rain washes the air clean.
petrichor must be the least onomatopoeic word ever.
Hadn't you noticed? A lot of the dust and particulates get forced down to ground level by it.
One of my favourite smells.
Builders next door still drilling and hammering...at 11.40pm. Lambeth Noise Control on the way...
Hmm, I think that sort of worked. Although they might have been starting to pack up anyway. There was a bit of an awkward silence with Noise Control sitting on the sofa and builders stubbornly refusing to drill or hammer. The bastards.
Always happens like that. Next time, record them!
They were drilling when I talked to Noise Control (NC) on the phone so I think that won some sympathy. I thought about recording, but how do you prove from that where and when the noise was? Isnt it just going to be a recording of some drilling? I can also see myself turning into a strange loner with shelves full of tape-recordings of the neighbours. Slippery slope, etc.
Did you speak to the builders before calling the noise police on them?
A camcorder with the time on it. If you record the inside of your house whilst walking from room to room, it's obvious it's in your house and if the noise gets louder in one room, it's obvious where the noise is coming from
Teuchter - I've spoken to them a couple of times before, when they've been working past 7 or all day at weekends and just get the stock response - "gotta be done mate", "just doing this socket, 5 more minutes". I admire the work ethic but they're taking the piss now.
I love that word. Only about 50 years old. Coined by an Aussie, I believe.
The 'Headmistress' hairdressers on the corner of Coldharbour/Gresham looks to have finally thrown in the towel - their idea of interior decor was to blow up some coloured balloons and have them floating about the shop - while the even shorter-lived 'Chow' restaurant three doors down has been taken over and is getting repainted.
I always smile at the Headmistress name on passing
Didn't that shop used to be the old army surplus gear shop? I seem to remember buying stuff in there in the 80s. (I think it was that location anyway)
Hardware, tools, useful stuff generally if you like mending things. It was called Gresham Spares and it was one of my favourite shops.
I've got a good story about Gresham Spares too:
I really miss the Post Office.
Yeah, but they used to sell clothes as well, unless that was a shop before that?
Can't remember if it was called Army & Navy or whether the name had changed and people still referred to it as that
Having just read your article, obviously not!
I think I might have bought a good khaki tool bag there once
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