Real Estate nightmares (Vol 2)
Discussion
Doofus said:
skinnyman said:
Quite why anyone would consider it a destination for a weekend break, I've no idea.
Peak District, plus McDonald's, presumably Now I've moved out of London and find myself living deep into the North about an hour south of Birmingham I've had to skirt Derby a few times on the way somewhere and each time there's a Vietnam style flashback to a weekend spent in Derby, in a hotel in the centre of town.
First memory was the time it took from NW6 to Derby city centre on a Friday evening. Back then the M1 could still offer a clear 100mph+ average speed and commuters would happily move for something like a loud Griffith looming rapidly long before a foot was contemplating moving pedals.
Second memory was joining mates in the hotel lounge and being descended upon by local girls within minutes.
One claimed to be a virgin but then explained she had a child. Another one also said she had a child but then claimed she had only ever had it up the bum. And you could go to the gents without being followed. This Derby place was beginning to appear a bit weird.
Then we left the hotel to find a pub and thinks didn't get more normal. I always thought that a Friday night out was pub first, then possibly a late night venue, where you'd either bail early with a girl or just carry on with the beers, then something to eat on a deliberate long walk home and the possibility of waking up a few hours later and needing to dial Jesus on the white blower.
Not so in Derby. Stepping out of the hotel early evening was to bear witness to a zombie apocalypse. People were already buying buckets of food from dubious looking vans and spilling the food down their fronts as they headed to a pub or club. People were already vomiting in doorways. And there was all the screaming, running and fighting. A genuine WTF moment.
A couple of hours later after finding what appeared to be the most civilised of pubs but still riddled with folks unable to control their tits nor their bladders we left to decide on the next venue, a club, maybe a curry. Instead we were met with a wasteland. People were still buying chips and kebabs but by this time barely eating at all just smearing their purchase all over their face and body while staggering into parked cars. Other people were rutting up against large Biffa bins which appeared to be overflowing with the week's detritus. We looked at two queues for clubs but if the people in them weren't urinating or vomiting they were screaming or punching. Decided to go for the curry option instead. Walked up to the first curry house and peered through the window to see human like things covered in food and flailing arms about while trying to communicate through the medium of screaming, emotional pain. Decided to try the next one instead. Upon approaching we noticed the man in the doorway had chosen to vomit over himself and was proceeding to ensure his footwear was fully covered.
We went back to the hotel and hid with the plan that we would just wake up in the morning, pay the bill and escape to Alton Towers as quickly as possible.
My abiding memory of Alton Towers is of a pair of enormously grotesque parents heading their children their own KFC party buckets.
To this day my general thinking of the area as a whole is that it's quite er Victorian?
Sheets Tabuer said:
Storage, for the rucksacks from all the hikers they have murdered over the years.Sheets Tabuer said:
I wouldn't call it a nightmare exactly. (although I've not had time to read it all and check on the surroundings)Sheets Tabuer said:
I like that. Old railway station, next to a great fishing river in a lovely part of the world? Yes please.Yes its in Howth (probably Irelands most sought after location) but am....
https://www.daft.ie/for-sale/house-the-lake-house-...
https://www.daft.ie/for-sale/house-the-lake-house-...
Sheets Tabuer said:
Might have something to do with the area being prone to flooding:https://herefordshirehistory.org.uk/archive/aerial...
DonkeyApple said:
Now I've moved out of London and find myself living deep into the North about an hour south of Birmingham I've had to skirt Derby a few times on the way somewhere and each time there's a Vietnam style flashback to a weekend spent in Derby, in a hotel in the centre of town.
Your definition of the North is interesting.Story checks out for Derby though given one visit I've had there in my adult life.
epom said:
Yes its in Howth (probably Irelands most sought after location) but am....
https://www.daft.ie/for-sale/house-the-lake-house-...
I know nothing about the area and whilst the building itself is erm, striking, that looks absolutely incredible...https://www.daft.ie/for-sale/house-the-lake-house-...
DonkeyApple said:
Now I've moved out of London and find myself living deep into the North about an hour south of Birmingham I've had to skirt Derby a few times on the way somewhere and each time there's a Vietnam style flashback to a weekend spent in Derby, in a hotel in the centre of town.
About an hour south of Birmingham puts you on a similar latitude to London.I've lived south of Birmingham (Warwickshire) for more than 20 years, and I've not once had to skirt Derby. It's not on the way to, or from anywhere.
DonkeyApple said:
Alton Towers.
Now I've moved out of London and find myself living deep into the North about an hour south of Birmingham I've had to skirt Derby a few times on the way somewhere and each time there's a Vietnam style flashback to a weekend spent in Derby, in a hotel in the centre of town.
First memory was the time it took from NW6 to Derby city centre on a Friday evening. Back then the M1 could still offer a clear 100mph+ average speed and commuters would happily move for something like a loud Griffith looming rapidly long before a foot was contemplating moving pedals.
Second memory was joining mates in the hotel lounge and being descended upon by local girls within minutes.
One claimed to be a virgin but then explained she had a child. Another one also said she had a child but then claimed she had only ever had it up the bum. And you could go to the gents without being followed. This Derby place was beginning to appear a bit weird.
Then we left the hotel to find a pub and thinks didn't get more normal. I always thought that a Friday night out was pub first, then possibly a late night venue, where you'd either bail early with a girl or just carry on with the beers, then something to eat on a deliberate long walk home and the possibility of waking up a few hours later and needing to dial Jesus on the white blower.
Not so in Derby. Stepping out of the hotel early evening was to bear witness to a zombie apocalypse. People were already buying buckets of food from dubious looking vans and spilling the food down their fronts as they headed to a pub or club. People were already vomiting in doorways. And there was all the screaming, running and fighting. A genuine WTF moment.
A couple of hours later after finding what appeared to be the most civilised of pubs but still riddled with folks unable to control their tits nor their bladders we left to decide on the next venue, a club, maybe a curry. Instead we were met with a wasteland. People were still buying chips and kebabs but by this time barely eating at all just smearing their purchase all over their face and body while staggering into parked cars. Other people were rutting up against large Biffa bins which appeared to be overflowing with the week's detritus. We looked at two queues for clubs but if the people in them weren't urinating or vomiting they were screaming or punching. Decided to go for the curry option instead. Walked up to the first curry house and peered through the window to see human like things covered in food and flailing arms about while trying to communicate through the medium of screaming, emotional pain. Decided to try the next one instead. Upon approaching we noticed the man in the doorway had chosen to vomit over himself and was proceeding to ensure his footwear was fully covered.
We went back to the hotel and hid with the plan that we would just wake up in the morning, pay the bill and escape to Alton Towers as quickly as possible.
My abiding memory of Alton Towers is of a pair of enormously grotesque parents heading their children their own KFC party buckets.
To this day my general thinking of the area as a whole is that it's quite er Victorian?
Pennine Hotel by any chance?Now I've moved out of London and find myself living deep into the North about an hour south of Birmingham I've had to skirt Derby a few times on the way somewhere and each time there's a Vietnam style flashback to a weekend spent in Derby, in a hotel in the centre of town.
First memory was the time it took from NW6 to Derby city centre on a Friday evening. Back then the M1 could still offer a clear 100mph+ average speed and commuters would happily move for something like a loud Griffith looming rapidly long before a foot was contemplating moving pedals.
Second memory was joining mates in the hotel lounge and being descended upon by local girls within minutes.
One claimed to be a virgin but then explained she had a child. Another one also said she had a child but then claimed she had only ever had it up the bum. And you could go to the gents without being followed. This Derby place was beginning to appear a bit weird.
Then we left the hotel to find a pub and thinks didn't get more normal. I always thought that a Friday night out was pub first, then possibly a late night venue, where you'd either bail early with a girl or just carry on with the beers, then something to eat on a deliberate long walk home and the possibility of waking up a few hours later and needing to dial Jesus on the white blower.
Not so in Derby. Stepping out of the hotel early evening was to bear witness to a zombie apocalypse. People were already buying buckets of food from dubious looking vans and spilling the food down their fronts as they headed to a pub or club. People were already vomiting in doorways. And there was all the screaming, running and fighting. A genuine WTF moment.
A couple of hours later after finding what appeared to be the most civilised of pubs but still riddled with folks unable to control their tits nor their bladders we left to decide on the next venue, a club, maybe a curry. Instead we were met with a wasteland. People were still buying chips and kebabs but by this time barely eating at all just smearing their purchase all over their face and body while staggering into parked cars. Other people were rutting up against large Biffa bins which appeared to be overflowing with the week's detritus. We looked at two queues for clubs but if the people in them weren't urinating or vomiting they were screaming or punching. Decided to go for the curry option instead. Walked up to the first curry house and peered through the window to see human like things covered in food and flailing arms about while trying to communicate through the medium of screaming, emotional pain. Decided to try the next one instead. Upon approaching we noticed the man in the doorway had chosen to vomit over himself and was proceeding to ensure his footwear was fully covered.
We went back to the hotel and hid with the plan that we would just wake up in the morning, pay the bill and escape to Alton Towers as quickly as possible.
My abiding memory of Alton Towers is of a pair of enormously grotesque parents heading their children their own KFC party buckets.
To this day my general thinking of the area as a whole is that it's quite er Victorian?
Doofus said:
DonkeyApple said:
Now I've moved out of London and find myself living deep into the North about an hour south of Birmingham I've had to skirt Derby a few times on the way somewhere and each time there's a Vietnam style flashback to a weekend spent in Derby, in a hotel in the centre of town.
About an hour south of Birmingham puts you on a similar latitude to London.I've lived south of Birmingham (Warwickshire) for more than 20 years, and I've not once had to skirt Derby. It's not on the way to, or from anywhere.
I live in Shropshire an if i ever need to go up to Sheffield/Leeds/York etc i go down the A5, up the A38 past Derby and then onto the M1
epom said:
Yes its in Howth (probably Irelands most sought after location) but am....
https://www.daft.ie/for-sale/house-the-lake-house-...
on the face of things it looks rather nice - however... https://www.daft.ie/for-sale/house-the-lake-house-...
train-line
public wandering past/partying on the beach
(what seems like) a pool of brackish water outside the house (ripe for mosquitos?)
DaveyBoyWonder said:
epom said:
Yes its in Howth (probably Irelands most sought after location) but am....
https://www.daft.ie/for-sale/house-the-lake-house-...
I know nothing about the area and whilst the building itself is erm, striking, that looks absolutely incredible...https://www.daft.ie/for-sale/house-the-lake-house-...
How about this?
A few miles from my family farm in Ayrshire in a typical quiet and small village.
The beautiful former vicarage turned into a modern mess in my eyes!
Bar, hot tub, grey and "wall art"
https://www.rightmove.co.uk/properties/147273569#/...
A few miles from my family farm in Ayrshire in a typical quiet and small village.
The beautiful former vicarage turned into a modern mess in my eyes!
Bar, hot tub, grey and "wall art"
https://www.rightmove.co.uk/properties/147273569#/...
hidetheelephants said:
DaveyBoyWonder said:
epom said:
Yes its in Howth (probably Irelands most sought after location) but am....
https://www.daft.ie/for-sale/house-the-lake-house-...
I know nothing about the area and whilst the building itself is erm, striking, that looks absolutely incredible...https://www.daft.ie/for-sale/house-the-lake-house-...
d love child of an office block and a static caravan.nessiemac said:
How about this?
A few miles from my family farm in Ayrshire in a typical quiet and small village.
The beautiful former vicarage turned into a modern mess in my eyes!
Bar, hot tub, grey and "wall art"
https://www.rightmove.co.uk/properties/147273569#/...
Heathens!A few miles from my family farm in Ayrshire in a typical quiet and small village.
The beautiful former vicarage turned into a modern mess in my eyes!
Bar, hot tub, grey and "wall art"
https://www.rightmove.co.uk/properties/147273569#/...
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