....asked my grandson outside what used to be the Vic. "They play up in Durham City now, y'know, the Durham Albion were originally Pools, they moved up there after the council wouldn't let them buy the ground, there was hell on"
"So what happened"....?
"When all came to all, the owners decided they'd had enough and upped sticks to Durham along with the fans and seemingly overnight the Vic became Hartlepool's Feethams. Oh the coucil tried to put a brave face on, but the cost of maintenance, which they never had to bother about before and the loss of rent lead to it being put up for sale and it became the 'Radioactive isotope and dangerous asbestos recycling facility landfill depository' ..... once all the asbestos is covered with topsoil, the luminous rats eradicated and the landscaping completed a statue of all the councillors who made the asset possible will be mounted on top of
it and we can all visit the place and enjoy the view from the top."
"It's just like North Korea granda"
"But without the distraction of football son... anyway, there's a display of extreme ironing on at the Town Hall ...... we'll pop along, iron off at 3 O'clock and we're playing the champions"
"Let's just f**k off home granda"

Snowy....wow...thought provoking and futuristic.....well, maybe not so futuristic. I'm sure a few well meaning wads of cash in buff envelopes sent to the right people would secure a favourable outcome.

Is there really extreme ironing on in the town hall????

Bugger, always have top stuff on when i'm away!!

I blame the council!

Every fourth Saturday.... followed by the Budgie wrestling, then the the Transgender Hamster Ballroom Dancing and the always popular ..... Joy of Lawnmowers lecture.

I thought you'd at least have squeezed a nautical theme in there mate!!!!