Hidden Gems in forgotten wasteland

I walk past these houses everyday now, and it also strikes me how odd they are when you consider the surrounding area of vauxhall/kirkdale. They really are out of character, its a shame they are so battered up as they are lovely houses. Locally the legend is as follows, they did belong to a property developer who was planning to turn them into flats (rather elegant flats [in a rather inelegant area {i mean vauxy is all well and good but people who afford places like that don’t live here}]), but as they are grade two listed buildings, not sure which grade actually but they are listed, it's pretty tricky to update them as there is a shed full of bureaucracy to navigate.

Anyway, apparently the developer decided to bail and touched them to clean a sizable insurance premium. How true this is i don't know, it's clear that they have suffered some flame damage, but to be fair i wouldn't put it past the locale to torch some thing for the sheer hell of it.

Anyway, regardless of how it happened, it happened and now these buildings are going to waste. That’s the story of Liverpool really, it ruined swathes of the Cheshire country side to build estates when there are miles of neglected brownfield sites cluttering up the place. Hipsta kids would love those dock front warehouses.

Also here is more of the cats

A lengthy break...

Sorry it's been such a while between posting, not had much time. I'm sadly leaving the press as

my contract slowly but surely heads towards termination. But hey, I’m sure I’ll be able to loot the store cupboards on the way out. I’ve enjoyed my six months and it’s certainly been informative. This last week has mainly been spent tying up any loose ends and training my replacement, they even had the gall too replace me with somebody actually called Stephen, like its my mark II or something, in the ways of the press and Scotland road.

It’s a daft method of employment really, just as you get your groove and make your contracts your six is up and off you trot. Annoying as I’ve just figured out how too soothe the old girls at the VNC, a careful blend of distraction and deception, probably best I scarper before my look runs out.

I’ll defiantly miss some of the characters there, working with Jon Power (the jury is out on whether or not he’s a cyborg [he so is]) has been an absolute delight. The big question now is what do I do? Well preferably I would want to carry on in print but simply finding a job is proving a real challenge, I mean I never expected a job in this old chemical town but certainly one in Liverpool or Manchester. Bah, so bored of this economy.

Anyway it is a fantastically lovely day and I’m stuck inside typing and covering a desk lol, old friends are bring up old songs and mirth is in the air. Today is a good day to drink outside.

Tomorrow however, the day I have to my self , is set to rain so once again the plans to clean up the garden fall on the back burner, hey I still may just preserver, I really need to get at it.

Anyway due to the fact people liked it alot last time here's a picture if a cat, This is Gatsby and he dosen't like seeing me leave in the morning.