It’s almost like looking at a Grade 9 version of myself, flailing around the gym during a school dance. They sure inherited the groovy moves.
You started off as a pub when we first arrived with football projected on a sheet inside.
A nice restaurant, but you soon went under. Then you were empty for a very long time and this summer you were host to some new squatting guests. I didn’t really mind, it seemed a waste to not have people living there.
Yesterday, the squatters packed up and left, and this morning, the drilling and sawing has begun. You are about to become a block of flats.
I hope nice people live in you.
UPDATE – 2 days later – turns out construction hasn’t started. They just replaced all the construction hoarding, probably to keep out a fresh batch of squatters.