School's Out

Spent the weekend revisiting my home neighbourhood.

The apocalyptic site above is actually my old primary school, or rather, what remains of it.

They tore down what they were allowed to tear down, but never got to build the flats intended due to the economic downturn. Subsequently, the remaining building, a listed 1867 Education Act primary school, is being neglected, no doubt with the hope that it will deteriorate and become a dangerous liability which can be demolished to make way for more profit, home-buying opportunities.

Meanwhile, I went to football to see the mighty Cherries, who are second in League Two (the old division 4). Well I say I went to see football, it actually resembled an audition for A Chorus Line. What a bunch of nancies! How that team has sustained it's elevated status so far is a mystery.

Mind you, despite the cold, and the miserable 0-2 humiliation, we received a lift in spirits towards the end. One "surprisingly overweight for a professional sportsman" member of the opposition was being substituted, giving the home crowd a little comfort in cruelty. As he wound the clock down by waddling off slowly, a wag in the crowd suggested that he "Have A Salad!". How we laughed!