Gloucester: The Sequel
Consonant reader,
Yesterday, myself and the lady girlfriend went to visit the vale of Gloucester. I came down from Worcester and she, up from Bath. Our mission? To find lodgings together.
As avid fans would no doubt be aware I left the vibrant city of Bristol back in February to move back up to Worcester to finish my course, and now find myself caught between 2 or 3 different places to stay at the moment- Bristol, Bath and Worcester.
However as my girl has got her teaching job about 20 miles northish of Bath, and myself in Hereford, the city of Gloucester is almost completely equi-distant between the two areas. Long term aim here is to look to buy a house together, but before we go into the Eternal Chains of Mortgage (Does 'mortgage' mean something to do with death? I'm sure I heard one time in the past talk of how it meant a debt than ran with you until you died. There's a chilling thought), we must fight the Ever- flowing Rivers of Rent. So yesterday we arranged ourselves viewings on a number of different properties throughout Gloucester.
Now I studied in this fair city a while back over a period of 2 years. I have to say, as a student I found it depressing at times and really was glad to see the back of it. I'm sure I vowed if ever I did go back I would have to kill myself or at least give myself a chinese burn (OOOYAH!). Well thankfully I'm still here, so I obviously didn't top meself. Instead we were taken around a great many different properties, some nice, some absolutely buggering horrible places I thought only existed in nightmares and in the minds of the insane.
There was one place we viewed which I knew would be good. It would be good only for the fact that it had a knee tapping, rip roaring, thigh slapping, kick startin', god- pounding, cool tastin', son of a bitch- don't I love it, yes I do I do I DO lovely pub nearby.
This pub, although extremely pedestrian to look at outside and probably inside, is one of my favourite pubs in de vurld. I've had many a good time in there, I nearly got into a fight there, I've fainted and had a plan to set fire to the carpet by spraying the word POPSCENE onto the floor in lighter fluid. (Not surprisingly that genius plan never came to fruition, as I was drunk. Drunk in a pub, who'd have thunk it?) This pub got me through the depressing times in Gloucester, it served as a kind of community centre to go of a night and spend a whole £1 on a pint of Strongbow or Hofmeister (Happy Hour Saturday 8-10.)
The place to be viewed was a second floor flat (As in ground, first and second ok?), which looked very nice, lots of room and much better than the other flats we'd seen around. This place is in the centre, near a park (Just over the road) and wooden floorboards so if I spill any Raspberry slush puppie, all I need do is wipe it up! Better than carpets if ya renting!
Plus its a gnats cock away from the pub I was on about! Heaven! We took the place then and there(Well we weighed up the pros and cons, then I mentioned the pub and that was that, jobs a good 'un) and now we move in mid- August, which will demand a few mad days sorting out everything move- wise. Oh it'll be fun fun fun...
Also the flat is even nearer, say a good gnats pubic hair to.. Cromwell Street. Which leads to the awful joke of why Fred West used to go into the nearby pub. When asked what he'd have he'd reply that he could murder a few tenants...
Well murderer jokes aside I'm looking forward to the move. The lady and I (the tramp) had a walk around Gloucester after we'd sealed the deal, and it dawned on me that, yeah, Gloucester ain't half bad REALLY. Everything's there that you need and you're only an hour away from Bristol, Cardiff or Birmingham and thankfully, miles away from Norwich *shudder*.
They say 'Never go back', whereas now I would probably say 'Dogs cocks to that proverb'.
B x.
Yesterday, myself and the lady girlfriend went to visit the vale of Gloucester. I came down from Worcester and she, up from Bath. Our mission? To find lodgings together.
As avid fans would no doubt be aware I left the vibrant city of Bristol back in February to move back up to Worcester to finish my course, and now find myself caught between 2 or 3 different places to stay at the moment- Bristol, Bath and Worcester.
However as my girl has got her teaching job about 20 miles northish of Bath, and myself in Hereford, the city of Gloucester is almost completely equi-distant between the two areas. Long term aim here is to look to buy a house together, but before we go into the Eternal Chains of Mortgage (Does 'mortgage' mean something to do with death? I'm sure I heard one time in the past talk of how it meant a debt than ran with you until you died. There's a chilling thought), we must fight the Ever- flowing Rivers of Rent. So yesterday we arranged ourselves viewings on a number of different properties throughout Gloucester.
Now I studied in this fair city a while back over a period of 2 years. I have to say, as a student I found it depressing at times and really was glad to see the back of it. I'm sure I vowed if ever I did go back I would have to kill myself or at least give myself a chinese burn (OOOYAH!). Well thankfully I'm still here, so I obviously didn't top meself. Instead we were taken around a great many different properties, some nice, some absolutely buggering horrible places I thought only existed in nightmares and in the minds of the insane.
There was one place we viewed which I knew would be good. It would be good only for the fact that it had a knee tapping, rip roaring, thigh slapping, kick startin', god- pounding, cool tastin', son of a bitch- don't I love it, yes I do I do I DO lovely pub nearby.
This pub, although extremely pedestrian to look at outside and probably inside, is one of my favourite pubs in de vurld. I've had many a good time in there, I nearly got into a fight there, I've fainted and had a plan to set fire to the carpet by spraying the word POPSCENE onto the floor in lighter fluid. (Not surprisingly that genius plan never came to fruition, as I was drunk. Drunk in a pub, who'd have thunk it?) This pub got me through the depressing times in Gloucester, it served as a kind of community centre to go of a night and spend a whole £1 on a pint of Strongbow or Hofmeister (Happy Hour Saturday 8-10.)
The place to be viewed was a second floor flat (As in ground, first and second ok?), which looked very nice, lots of room and much better than the other flats we'd seen around. This place is in the centre, near a park (Just over the road) and wooden floorboards so if I spill any Raspberry slush puppie, all I need do is wipe it up! Better than carpets if ya renting!
Plus its a gnats cock away from the pub I was on about! Heaven! We took the place then and there(Well we weighed up the pros and cons, then I mentioned the pub and that was that, jobs a good 'un) and now we move in mid- August, which will demand a few mad days sorting out everything move- wise. Oh it'll be fun fun fun...
Also the flat is even nearer, say a good gnats pubic hair to.. Cromwell Street. Which leads to the awful joke of why Fred West used to go into the nearby pub. When asked what he'd have he'd reply that he could murder a few tenants...
Well murderer jokes aside I'm looking forward to the move. The lady and I (the tramp) had a walk around Gloucester after we'd sealed the deal, and it dawned on me that, yeah, Gloucester ain't half bad REALLY. Everything's there that you need and you're only an hour away from Bristol, Cardiff or Birmingham and thankfully, miles away from Norwich *shudder*.
They say 'Never go back', whereas now I would probably say 'Dogs cocks to that proverb'.
B x.