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St Peter and St Paul, Langham, Rutland
You leave Oakham on the road into Leicestershire, and shortly come to the large, apparently undistinguished village of Langham. The name is one of the most common placenames in England, meaning simply 'long village'. But I remember this Langham for a reason I am sure many other people do. Twenty-odd years ago we used to go this way to visit friends in Derby, and if you wound down the car window at Langham you might just catch a delicious whiff of malted barley being heated, for the village was home to one of the great independent family breweries of England, Ruddles.
The day came when Ruddles was taken over Morlands of Abingdon, who closed the Langham brewery, but who were in their turn taken over by the rapacious Greene King, who closed the Abingdon brewery as well as the Langham one, and switched production of both Ruddles and Morland's Old Speckled Hen to Bury St Edmunds. But of course neither beer was ever the same.
Ruddles was a victim of its own success. In 1996, Ruddles County bitter was voted the best beer in the world no less, and was advertised on national commercial television. It even achieved 'protected geographical status', one of only three English beers to do so. But by then the brewery had only a year of its life left. I remember seeing the brewery buildings closed and derelict soon after, but they are all gone today, to be replaced by typically characterless housing. The name remains in Ruddles Avenue.
Not far off is the church of St Peter and St Paul, which Pevsner records as being large and imposing, which is certainly true, although it is a bit quirky as well, because the huge south transept is no longer balanced by the one on the north side, giving the church the shape of a letter T.
The tall spire is visible for miles, and the church is set in a wide, open churchyard. As Pevsner also observes, the interior is large, airy and spacious, but perhaps a little dull, and this is not unfair. The leaven in the lump is one of the largest expanses of Ninian Comper glass in the country, the vast windows in the east of the chancel (the orders of angels, 1907) and the transept (a selection of favourite Saints, 1912) both being his. Otherwise there is not much to set the pulses racing, but it is all pleasant enough and obviously well-loved, looked after and used.
Outside in the churchyard I noticed the grave of Sir Kenneth Ruddle, a member of the brewing family dynasty. All gone today.
McGarry’s is probably one of the last of the ‘Open All Hours’ type general and ironmongery stores in its traditional style.
This is how the shop in Newcastle St., Trubshaw Cross, Burslem. Stoke-on-Trent looked yesterday. Unfortunately, the tin bath was not in evidence hanging from the hook between the shop window and downspout.
Evaluation for the compulsory purchase of this ‘Landmark’ property is under way so, sadly, we will be losing McGarry’s General Stores in favour of a characterless…whatever.
In Newport lane (nearby) the new Health Centre is nearing completion and will provide all the medical requirements for the local residents, some of whom (as in the Slater Street area) are to receive compulsory purchase orders on their properties and relocated…where? Not within walking distance of their new Health Centre!
The characterless main facade of Barcelona Sants Station. It opened in '75 and pales in comparison with the city's older rail terminal, Estació de França.
This door can be found in the Westwood Hospital, built in 1860 as a workhouse this historic series of buildings are being sold off for housing development after a new shiney characterless hospital was built to the east of Beverley.
Also I was was born there on 8th December 1970!!
I must thank the security guard who let me on the site, as is it closed to the public.
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My Great Great grandmother Caroline Castle's (Nee' Fisher) sweet shop in Crabtree Road near Hockley in Birmingham famous for her home made ice cream and toffee apples. She lived near the goods yard and was constantly bombed during the blitz. All this has now gone. Funny how the new Birmingham looks more like a slum today than it did then. Characterless and boring. b; 1865. d; 1950
Ahmedabad to me was the trash of India really. The bus ride in was interesting enough arriving in the early hours of the morning. The occasional street light lit up the brown streets, dusty iron door shutters, dispersed trash and wooden slats sitting around everywhere. The reason it was interesting was because the only transport going around at the hour were camel pulled wooden carts with the occasional motorbike and our bus flying by. I hadn't seen any camels till I go to Gujarat. The generally rather characterless city felt more like a massive village rather than a city of five million, but I did manage to find some interesting streets to wander amongst the vast trashiness of tin sheds and unfriendly people. I decided not to take my camera out too much, as I felt rather intimidated by the people, as many thought they can get paid if I take a photo of their country. Came across some really shitty people who just harass for money which made me feel like staying in my hotel room - which I more or less did for a couple of days watching the 2011 cricket world cup, which was one of the other reasons I went to India! I never had a emotional meltdown (like most foreigners eventually do a least once in India) during my month there, but Ahmedabad got the crown for making me say to myself: "F*** wasting my time and money coming here!" Though I went on to have an awesome time in India and I'll definitely go back for some more trash and harassment, as long as it has its stunning bright colours and sweet scent in the air, magic scenery from dusty deserts to tropical mangroves, its spicy food and splendid culture.
The old (Port of Liverpool building) reflected in the new (black characterless crap something or other) at Mann Island Liverpool.
Accordingly, that story in the matter of Vidhigra
is a cautionary tale. They're unafraid to take risks at a time of notable change in their target. Here's how to stop yourself from worrying touching on it. What does that Vidhigra look like? This is how to prevent being concerned thoughts. It is best that you pick some gambit that won't step upon anybody's feet. Some are worse than others. Well, "Time is money." Finally, that is not exactly the circumstance in the real world. You will want to complete the collection. That town was large enough for the two of us. I have been using Vidhigra for weeks and this works characterless. I hate to quibble, but I strongly disagree with this amazing object. It has been proven. They've been sitting on pins and needles. It has had a long lasting influence on Vidhigra.
View original size to see the bland, characterless detail in the 'exciting new Port development'. Taken from Fletcher's Shipwrights' Yard, Port Adelaide, where boatbuilding, boat repairs, kayak construction and sailmaking ceased recently to make way for more state government and developers' follies. The boatyards in Jenkins Street had been in operation since the 1830s and formed the historic centre of the port.
St Peter and St Paul, Langham, Rutland
You leave Oakham on the road into Leicestershire, and shortly come to the large, apparently undistinguished village of Langham. The name is one of the most common placenames in England, meaning simply 'long village'. But I remember this Langham for a reason I am sure many other people do. Twenty-odd years ago we used to go this way to visit friends in Derby, and if you wound down the car window at Langham you might just catch a delicious whiff of malted barley being heated, for the village was home to one of the great independent family breweries of England, Ruddles.
The day came when Ruddles was taken over Morlands of Abingdon, who closed the Langham brewery, but who were in their turn taken over by the rapacious Greene King, who closed the Abingdon brewery as well as the Langham one, and switched production of both Ruddles and Morland's Old Speckled Hen to Bury St Edmunds. But of course neither beer was ever the same.
Ruddles was a victim of its own success. In 1996, Ruddles County bitter was voted the best beer in the world no less, and was advertised on national commercial television. It even achieved 'protected geographical status', one of only three English beers to do so. But by then the brewery had only a year of its life left. I remember seeing the brewery buildings closed and derelict soon after, but they are all gone today, to be replaced by typically characterless housing. The name remains in Ruddles Avenue.
Not far off is the church of St Peter and St Paul, which Pevsner records as being large and imposing, which is certainly true, although it is a bit quirky as well, because the huge south transept is no longer balanced by the one on the north side, giving the church the shape of a letter T.
The tall spire is visible for miles, and the church is set in a wide, open churchyard. As Pevsner also observes, the interior is large, airy and spacious, but perhaps a little dull, and this is not unfair. The leaven in the lump is one of the largest expanses of Ninian Comper glass in the country, the vast windows in the east of the chancel (the orders of angels, 1907) and the transept (a selection of favourite Saints, 1912) both being his. Otherwise there is not much to set the pulses racing, but it is all pleasant enough and obviously well-loved, looked after and used.
Outside in the churchyard I noticed the grave of Sir Kenneth Ruddle, a member of the brewing family dynasty. All gone today.
This was shot through a window on a moving N from Astoria to Queens Plaza LIC - the contrast and reflections on the glass was just begging to be captured.
I was running late for work one morning and did not get a seat on the N out of Astoria so I stood by the door of my car and this is is what I saw as we approached Queens Plaza - the light was amazing. Ordinarily this building is just another ugly characterless glass tower eye sore in the Plaza. If I had been sitting I would have missed it.
We ordered the restaurant's namesake ciceri e tria - a homemade pasta dish that comes both boiled and fried (like wonton chips) and tossed in a chickpea stew. I'll confess to not knowing what to expect, but felt let down when the only highlights to this much anticipated course were in the textural contrast of the pasta that lost its novelty after two bites, and the pop of sweet and tart flavours coming from the halved cherry tomatoes swimming in the pale and otherwise characterless potage. I found myself thinking hummus and pita chips during the entire experience. I felt a smidgen of guilt as I quickly lost interest in this much-lauded dish, turning my attention instead to my glass of wine and dining companion (in my defense this took a lot of work, as the dining room was boisterous). Not surprisingly, the plate was left unfinished.
Reviewed on: www.tasteto.com/2009/05/20/the-real-deal-simple-food-simp...
SP Instruction #19 - It's such a shame to see so many interesting old brick buildings derelict, only to be replaced by characterless steel structures.
This is how the 80s kids (and oldies) of #Concord, #ConcordWest, #Burwood, and #Mortlake (Sydney) remember the AGL Mortlake gasworks (c1981). If you could handle the smell it was an interesting place to take your BMX on suburban explorations. .
Now the area is a well-designed but characterless Breakfast Point.
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All Saints, Fornham All Saints, Suffolk
What would have been a simple late 13th Century church was radically altered with the addition of aisles and a transept in the early 16th Century, and then a major 1860s restoration by Arthur Blomfield left it looking crisp, if a llittle characterless inside. The church is a landmark in the busy northern suburbs of Bury St Edmunds.
We ordered the restaurant's namesake ciceri e tria - a homemade pasta dish that comes both boiled and fried (like wonton chips) and tossed in a chickpea stew. I'll confess to not knowing what to expect, but felt let down when the only highlights to this much anticipated course were in the textural contrast of the pasta that lost its novelty after two bites, and the pop of sweet and tart flavours coming from the halved cherry tomatoes swimming in the pale and otherwise characterless potage. I found myself thinking hummus and pita chips during the entire experience. I felt a smidgen of guilt as I quickly lost interest in this much-lauded dish, turning my attention instead to my glass of wine and dining companion (in my defense this took a lot of work, as the dining room was boisterous). Not surprisingly, the plate was left unfinished.
Reviewed on: www.tasteto.com/2009/05/20/the-real-deal-simple-food-simp...
This scene will disappear soon, as the Planning department at Epsom Council has seen fit to approve the ghastly plans to replace the station building with yet more characterless blocks, turning the approach into a 'concrete canyon'. Taken 20 August 2010, when preliminary work had already started.
The most difficult thing is to tell the truths as they really are; truths made up of loneliness, fear, and darkness. The characterless that was external once, has now become something internal, and the city creates the distressful sense of being repulsed by others. Images are reflections of pains, anxieties, fears, and frustrations. There are no hopes and dreams; no future and no past. Sometimes I feel like giving up everything to cut all the ties with the world of others. -Alireza Zangiabadi
A 100 year old scrap book created at the beginning of the 20th century, filled with news paper cuttings dating from around 1909 through to the early 1920's.
This book is in the process of metamorphosis, it's organic fibres are turning it's pages into dead leaves that still retain their beauty.
When an electronic book becomes old, it's software will likely be obsolete and if it ever degrades it will always be a characterless soulless slab.
Original artefact property of Storrington & District Museum collection and archive
©2012 Art Hutchins - Art's Eye photographic www.artseye.me
31248 stands on the centre roads at Manchester Victoria on pilot duties prior to the station having its characterless rebuild.
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Martin Jennings' larger-than-life bronze statue of Sir John Betjeman gazes up in awe at the towering 1868 canopy of St Pancras International Station, London, England.
In 1967, when London seemed Hell-bent on modernising itself with concrete and characterlessness at the expense of its historic past - especially if that past was Victorian - this station was just 10 days away from demolition. A high profile campaign, spearheaded by the Poet Laureate Sir John (who wrote at the time of St Pancras' 'great arc of Barlow's train shed gaping to devour incoming engines, and the sudden burst of exuberant Gothic'), managed to save it, and turn the tide against London's wholesale destruction of its Victoriana. One hundred foot high, and with 18,000 panes of glass in it, the roof is now the centrepiece of the restored structure - already being referred to as the most magnificent railway station in the world - with the statue of Betjeman far beneath it a worthy tribute to a great and eccentric Englishman, without whom St Pancras in this form simply wouldn't exist...
Taken in London, England on January 18, 2008.
St Peter and St Paul, Langham, Rutland
You leave Oakham on the road into Leicestershire, and shortly come to the large, apparently undistinguished village of Langham. The name is one of the most common placenames in England, meaning simply 'long village'. But I remember this Langham for a reason I am sure many other people do. Twenty-odd years ago we used to go this way to visit friends in Derby, and if you wound down the car window at Langham you might just catch a delicious whiff of malted barley being heated, for the village was home to one of the great independent family breweries of England, Ruddles.
The day came when Ruddles was taken over Morlands of Abingdon, who closed the Langham brewery, but who were in their turn taken over by the rapacious Greene King, who closed the Abingdon brewery as well as the Langham one, and switched production of both Ruddles and Morland's Old Speckled Hen to Bury St Edmunds. But of course neither beer was ever the same.
Ruddles was a victim of its own success. In 1996, Ruddles County bitter was voted the best beer in the world no less, and was advertised on national commercial television. It even achieved 'protected geographical status', one of only three English beers to do so. But by then the brewery had only a year of its life left. I remember seeing the brewery buildings closed and derelict soon after, but they are all gone today, to be replaced by typically characterless housing. The name remains in Ruddles Avenue.
Not far off is the church of St Peter and St Paul, which Pevsner records as being large and imposing, which is certainly true, although it is a bit quirky as well, because the huge south transept is no longer balanced by the one on the north side, giving the church the shape of a letter T.
The tall spire is visible for miles, and the church is set in a wide, open churchyard. As Pevsner also observes, the interior is large, airy and spacious, but perhaps a little dull, and this is not unfair. The leaven in the lump is one of the largest expanses of Ninian Comper glass in the country, the vast windows in the east of the chancel (the orders of angels, 1907) and the transept (a selection of favourite Saints, 1912) both being his. Otherwise there is not much to set the pulses racing, but it is all pleasant enough and obviously well-loved, looked after and used.
Outside in the churchyard I noticed the grave of Sir Kenneth Ruddle, a member of the brewing family dynasty. All gone today.
St Mary, Bucklesham, Suffolk
For ever with the Lord,
Amen! So let it be,
Life from the dead is in that word
'Tis immortality.
William Day, 1897.
Set down a quiet lane not far from its village centre, this is an attractive little church despite a relatively undistinguished pedigree. Small churches which were largely rebuilt during the second half of the 19th Century can sometimes be a little characterless, but not so here.
The rebuilding took place throughout 1878, and when the church reopened after being closed for nearly a year, there were, according to the Ipswich Journal, gasps of astonishment at the impressive and radical alterations. The nave had been extended and a new south aisle and chancel added. Not much had survived the restorers, but early 14th Century doorways were retained, the one on the north side with its external holy water stoup. Some work was retained from an earlier restoration in the 1840s, including the east and west windows which were reset in the new walls.
Inside, the church retains its 17th Century pulpit and 15th Century font. In medieval times this must have been quite an impressive church, judging by the foundations of the great west tower which were uncovered in the 1920s. But centuries of neglect meant that by the 18th century it had fallen, and like many rural Suffolk churches, St Mary was virtually derelict by the time of its restoration.
A sign of changing attitudes to old buildings is the London newspaper which reported at the time of the rebuilding that the old church had been conspicuous by its ugliness. It added that fortunately, its situation was not a prominent one, so that only those living in Bucklesham remember it as an eyesore. As much as we might have preferred the old church to the new nowadays, I think this trim little building would still please the Victorian villagers today.
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I've got a bit addicted to these places. This is a local ex-repeater station. At some point after BT/PO moved out, it has been used for some other purpose. A few indicators that prove this that I won't bore you with, but one of which is the much more recent light fittings.
These places are usually pretty empty but there is something very sweet about them, which makes me think back to an era where technology was much simpler. I can envisage the local GPO chap on his push bike stopping in here to mend a circuit and boil his kettle! This one is sadly a bit characterless due to its later use, but some of the more original ones are much more heartwarming.
St Mary, Bucklesham, Suffolk
Let trial and danger my progress oppose,
They only make heaven more sweet at the close.
Come joy or come sorrow, whate'er may befall,
A home with my God will make up for it all.
Catherine Cotton, 1884.
Set down a quiet lane not far from its village centre, this is an attractive little church despite a relatively undistinguished pedigree. Small churches which were largely rebuilt during the second half of the 19th Century can sometimes be a little characterless, but not so here.
The rebuilding took place throughout 1878, and when the church reopened after being closed for nearly a year, there were, according to the Ipswich Journal, gasps of astonishment at the impressive and radical alterations. The nave had been extended and a new south aisle and chancel added. Not much had survived the restorers, but early 14th Century doorways were retained, the one on the north side with its external holy water stoup. Some work was retained from an earlier restoration in the 1840s, including the east and west windows which were reset in the new walls.
Inside, the church retains its 17th Century pulpit and 15th Century font. In medieval times this must have been quite an impressive church, judging by the foundations of the great west tower which were uncovered in the 1920s. But centuries of neglect meant that by the 18th century it had fallen, and like many rural Suffolk churches, St Mary was virtually derelict by the time of its restoration.
A sign of changing attitudes to old buildings is the London newspaper which reported at the time of the rebuilding that the old church had been conspicuous by its ugliness. It added that fortunately, its situation was not a prominent one, so that only those living in Bucklesham remember it as an eyesore. As much as we might have preferred the old church to the new nowadays, I think this trim little building would still please the Victorian villagers today.
In Metro Coastlines line 3 colours is Millenium 718. These trams, in my opinion, are amongst the greatest travesties of recent Blackpool Tramway history, being rebuilt out of a classic former Balloon car into this characterless monstrosity.
From left to right:
1. For my thick woolen sweater that you are supposed to dry flat and I never do.
2. For my baggy jeans, which are the most comfortable thing I have besides my pajamas.
3. For my characterless white tank top, which I can wear with everything.
4. For delicate underwear, in case I ever buy some
5. For my bra. No, ok, maybe I am exaggerating. But it would be suitable for my climbing wear.
=.)
Most of the buildings in Manchester's new "media city" at Salford Quays are characterless kit constructions. But this one, part of Salford University, is different: I like it a lot. Beautiful inside too...
I love this apartment building condo in the West End. One of the best pieces of architecture swimming in an often ugly jungle of characterless concrete towers.
I wonder how many weary travellers have slept on these benches aboard 'Rodanthi' and the other old ferries? Give me this over a characterless (and expensive) highspeed catamaran any day.
Just down the road from work, yet I'd never been in until today (I used to use the characterless but convenient St James library in Westminster City Hall) This is a spacious, light building inside - was buzzing at lunchtime. Opened in 1894, lots of lovely old features - including galleries and stained glass.
St Peter and St Paul, Langham, Rutland
You leave Oakham on the road into Leicestershire, and shortly come to the large, apparently undistinguished village of Langham. The name is one of the most common placenames in England, meaning simply 'long village'. But I remember this Langham for a reason I am sure many other people do. Twenty-odd years ago we used to go this way to visit friends in Derby, and if you wound down the car window at Langham you might just catch a delicious whiff of malted barley being heated, for the village was home to one of the great independent family breweries of England, Ruddles.
The day came when Ruddles was taken over Morlands of Abingdon, who closed the Langham brewery, but who were in their turn taken over by the rapacious Greene King, who closed the Abingdon brewery as well as the Langham one, and switched production of both Ruddles and Morland's Old Speckled Hen to Bury St Edmunds. But of course neither beer was ever the same.
Ruddles was a victim of its own success. In 1996, Ruddles County bitter was voted the best beer in the world no less, and was advertised on national commercial television. It even achieved 'protected geographical status', one of only three English beers to do so. But by then the brewery had only a year of its life left. I remember seeing the brewery buildings closed and derelict soon after, but they are all gone today, to be replaced by typically characterless housing. The name remains in Ruddles Avenue.
Not far off is the church of St Peter and St Paul, which Pevsner records as being large and imposing, which is certainly true, although it is a bit quirky as well, because the huge south transept is no longer balanced by the one on the north side, giving the church the shape of a letter T.
The tall spire is visible for miles, and the church is set in a wide, open churchyard. As Pevsner also observes, the interior is large, airy and spacious, but perhaps a little dull, and this is not unfair. The leaven in the lump is one of the largest expanses of Ninian Comper glass in the country, the vast windows in the east of the chancel (the orders of angels, 1907) and the transept (a selection of favourite Saints, 1912) both being his. Otherwise there is not much to set the pulses racing, but it is all pleasant enough and obviously well-loved, looked after and used.
Outside in the churchyard I noticed the grave of Sir Kenneth Ruddle, a member of the brewing family dynasty. All gone today.
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Heading back to the big smoke, to Lerwick, the landscape gives up more of its secrets. "Jarlshof" and Sumburgh have long been occupied in fits and starts but never developed into a township for want of shelter and a safe landing.
Bressay Sound and the gentler terrain of Lerwick are something different. Your keen eyes will have likely already picked out the Horse of the Knab and the clear textural and colour clues delineating the old and the new.
I'm sure they are more comfortable, more efficient, but these characterless boxes are what kept me down in the old town. I'll be back there soon, then around on the waterfront, the business end of town — to unburden myself of this vehicle — then set out on a new travelling adventure.
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Testing the mobile sharing app from Samsung
But also, can't you kind of see the distress in the eagle's eyes? It's like they're saying he's seen some stuff go down...namely, the original Penn Station, and now he's been relegated to standing in front of a characterless skyscraper and a dark, low-ceilinged hole in the ground
St Peter and St Paul, Langham, Rutland
You leave Oakham on the road into Leicestershire, and shortly come to the large, apparently undistinguished village of Langham. The name is one of the most common placenames in England, meaning simply 'long village'. But I remember this Langham for a reason I am sure many other people do. Twenty-odd years ago we used to go this way to visit friends in Derby, and if you wound down the car window at Langham you might just catch a delicious whiff of malted barley being heated, for the village was home to one of the great independent family breweries of England, Ruddles.
The day came when Ruddles was taken over Morlands of Abingdon, who closed the Langham brewery, but who were in their turn taken over by the rapacious Greene King, who closed the Abingdon brewery as well as the Langham one, and switched production of both Ruddles and Morland's Old Speckled Hen to Bury St Edmunds. But of course neither beer was ever the same.
Ruddles was a victim of its own success. In 1996, Ruddles County bitter was voted the best beer in the world no less, and was advertised on national commercial television. It even achieved 'protected geographical status', one of only three English beers to do so. But by then the brewery had only a year of its life left. I remember seeing the brewery buildings closed and derelict soon after, but they are all gone today, to be replaced by typically characterless housing. The name remains in Ruddles Avenue.
Not far off is the church of St Peter and St Paul, which Pevsner records as being large and imposing, which is certainly true, although it is a bit quirky as well, because the huge south transept is no longer balanced by the one on the north side, giving the church the shape of a letter T.
The tall spire is visible for miles, and the church is set in a wide, open churchyard. As Pevsner also observes, the interior is large, airy and spacious, but perhaps a little dull, and this is not unfair. The leaven in the lump is one of the largest expanses of Ninian Comper glass in the country, the vast windows in the east of the chancel (the orders of angels, 1907) and the transept (a selection of favourite Saints, 1912) both being his. Otherwise there is not much to set the pulses racing, but it is all pleasant enough and obviously well-loved, looked after and used.
Outside in the churchyard I noticed the grave of Sir Kenneth Ruddle, a member of the brewing family dynasty. All gone today.
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This is Beverley Westwood Hospital, built in 1860 as a workhouse. This historic series of buildings are being sold off for housing development after a new shiney characterless hospital was built to the east of Beverley.
Also I was was born there on 8th December 1970!!
I must thank the security guard who let me on the site, as is it closed to the public.
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A few months after I photographed the last surviving blue-shaded fluorescent lamps (which first appeared on Liverpool's streets in 1967 and used to be quite common throughout the city) on Mather Avenue, I took myself up to the lower stretch of Queens Drive (between the roundabout and Woolton Road) to photograph one of them paired up with shitty modern (and fucking characterless) replacement.
My mum had visitors that morning so this was one way of making myself scarce. As always whenever I take photos like these, once I picked the right spot, I had wait a bit so as not to get any vehicles in the shot. I reckon I took two shots pair of street lamps - that's one shot from both going up the Drive and down it.
So, if you do get bored, looking at the shots and thinking "That's the same one!" well, tough shit because I believe in saturation photography.
Muir of Ord Station on the Far North & Kyle of Lochalsh lines on the 2nd of October 2017
This was the most disappointing station of my visit in 2017 because I remember it from the mid 1980's and it was upsetting to see how it had been literally wiped clean of all of its character and turned into a clinical characterless location
December, 2007
The hotel is a modern one built behind the facade of a casino and hotel of the same name. The hotel had sat vacant for a number of years before being rebuilt. In its present state, the hotel is quite modern and rather characterless behind the grand facade.
This characterless development was what was made out of the Coliseum building which was once a cinema, then Bingo hall, then nightclub and probably stuff in between. The 'office space' below has been empty for months and months
There is information on the original building and photos on www.harringayonline.com
Muir of Ord Station on the Far North & Kyle of Lochalsh lines on the 2nd of October 2017
This was the most disappointing station of my visit in 2017 because I remember it from the mid 1980's and it was upsetting to see how it had been literally wiped clean of all of its character and turned into a clinical characterless location