Skegness Fire, Aftermath
Well here we go, an update on the carnage following the great fire. As usual it is complete chaos in the town centre, with cars, lorries, buses and horse drawn carriages (no, really…) being sent down completely ridiculous roads, that probably aren’t upto the job. Hopefully something major goes wrong and a bus topples over or something equally unbelievable - it may give me an excuse not to go to work tomorrow, you never know. As well as the queues of irate drivers, there are hundreds of eager tourists, who, in wanting to make at least something of their holiday, will stand for hours in open-mouthed amazement at the burnt out shell of some crummy old building… Harsh but true I’m afraid.
Obviously more sensible individuals are right here reading this, where they can see just as well, without freezing their asses off standing around outside. Also they avoid contact with the, umm, ‘people’ who walk around the streets of Skegness. Seriously, some of the scum that marches around this place should be banned. Did I say banned? I meant shot dead. Although that may kill the tourist industry too, so maybe they should only allow them at weekends, or something else equally demeaning. Well, demeaning to us regular folk, we could simply fool them into believing they are being treaty as royalty, and everyone would be happy.
Sorry for the tangent, I just had to get that off my back. Or is it chest? Anyway, before I get side tracked again, here are some photographs of the current scene, as it stands. Which, incidentally, it will not do for much longer, due to the arrival of a ‘GBM Demolition’ van just as I was leaving. Now I’m no expert, but I would say the building is about to be, well, blown to smithereens hopefully. None of this controlled explosion lark mind, I think you should let people stand as close as they like. You know, sort of evolution at it’s finest. Let the problem(s) sort themselves out…
Nope, going down that side track again… Here are the photgraphs anyways, enjoy!
Yes, unfortunately they are the best photographs I could grab, and one of those was whilst standing on a telephone box, so be thankful I’m still alive. The place has been entirely cordened off and this was as close as I could get, although I was warned about this on entering Skegness, thanks to the following two signs situated on the main roads into town. Oh dear.
If you can’t see a problem with those then I suggest you leave now, as you may be lynched by my loyal followers. Fortunately they did fix the problem… No, no, not fix… what’s the word? Oh yeh, ‘make even worse!!’. Yeh, that’s it.
And lastly, and for no other reason than ‘because I can’ I bring you the following example of complete ass-hattery. Yes that’s two (count ‘em, two!) Porsche Cayennes (although one is a turbo, clearly he has a larger penis) parked in the taxi rank. Instead of ‘TAXIS’ you have to feel it should read ‘TOOLS’.
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Good photographs, thanks.
Perhaps you need to chill out a bit though and learn how to spell cordoned before being critical of how people spell incident.
Good point :: pats on back ::
And awesome name =)