He's making his list, he's checking it twice, but before he does owt else, he's off for a massive shite
It's been a long time I last did a Sunday Shitpost and I miss the tradition, so 'ere we are.
In other news, this blog has been inactive for quite some time; I've been working on getting several different projects going in the background but various stumbling blocks, general upheaval and being rushed off my feet with other things mean that progress has been slow. Still, I feel bad about having neglected the blog and want to get back on with it, even if it's just making an effort to catch up with some photos.
Yesterday, while out and about, I checked out this vaguely eerie staircase. It's accessible via a curious little vestibule 'round the back of a music shop in the town centre, and I've walked past it countless times but on this occasion, decided to head in and investigate.
These odd pockets in old buildings have always fascinated me, so this impromptu bit of exploration made me very happy indeed. Any mysterious doorways, stairways where you're not quite sure where they lead, cellars and attics, it always ignites my curiosity.
The stairs lead to a little snug with books and a chair, which was a pleasant surprise. A tiny underground reading nook! Delicious!
It's a bit difficult to get good pictures here because it's a tight space.
These rugged old support beams here - lush! (Also maybe not the most riveting photos but I tend to take a lot of pictures of details in these kinds of spaces as inspiration for setting designs and what-have-you.)
Another look at the reading nook, most crucially with a book titled "Potato" - those are relatable priorities! Also some gorgeous cast iron scales and a compelling door, which I am inevitably wondering what it leads to.
Coming back up the stairs, we meet the entrance to a record shop, with a satisfyingly weathered door. It's probably fairly obvious at this point but I adore it when buildings wear their history like this. Not so keen on buildings that are just plain run down, but when they're maintained well and have these little signs of being well-worn and lived in by so many people over the years, that's where the charm is.
In the town centre, people were setting up for a Christmas fair, and I got a picture of these teacups, complete with obnoxious stadium lights on top (it was broad daylight for fuck's sake.)
Onto a nocturnal encounter now, and the lights inside this 18th century church brought out the deliciously vibrant colours in this stained-glass window.
More stained glass in the morning (this is getting like a Frankie Goes to Hollywood single in here), in a different part of town. This one is a 19th century church, now in use as a law firm. There are a lot of old churches all clustered really closely together in this part of town. I do wonder if it was due to rising population numbers due to local industry, or if it was an extension of that time-honoured tradition of "Fuck that next village over", but like "Fuck that next street over."
Anyway, there are plenty more pictures to catch up with but probably best not to overload anyone with a slow internet connection, so I'll finish up this post in thematically appropriate fashion, with Charlie Chaplin showing the way to the bog. (Best charity shop encounter ever.)
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