As the weather slightly improves in the British Isles, with varying degrees of success, so I am more inclined to leave the warm confines of the office and stretch my legs in the outside world. It’s a bit of a shocker at the moment. If people aren’t panic-buying soap and toilet paper they’re worriedly moving along the street, covering their mouths and greeting everyone with the level of suspicion they would normally reserve for an old man in a trenchcoat.
I remain a flurry of activity in myself and have no concern about these matters for the moment. All I care about is what I’m putting in my mouth (and also how it affects the shares of Greggs, what with the dip of people decreasing the amount of wares sold during the breakfast and lunch period, of course).
With my recent increase in eyes I can now see more than I ever have done before and you will not believe what I came across the other day. There is a house near to the office with the most unusual of… how to describe, well take a look yourself:
At first I walked past, had to stop, turn around and go back to see if I had actually seen what I had seen.
Are they the tops of baby bottles? Are they nipples? Are they sand castles The colour doesn’t even try to match the brickwork underneath. They stand out an absolute mile. What on earth was the designer going through to concoct such a bizarre structure?
The good news is that the property is on the market so if you’re looking for a beautiful four bedroom detached house with luxurious stone boobs to greet you as you come home every evening then this is the house for you!
9 comments on “Curious Architecture”
I didn’t know I wanted luxurious stone boobs, but now I’ve seen this I definitely do. Put my name on the list.
Your name is on the list and it is… there! There you go.
I found it on the website and it’s a steal at £260,000.00 Newcastle pounds. I’m not sure what the current conversion rates are with London money.
That’s about a fiver, I think. Sounds pretty affordable. £2.50 per lascivious granite knocker, with a house thrown in for free. I’ll take it.
SOLD to the greasy Southerner at the back of the room!
Congratulations, sir. Will you be taking her back with you now or would you like it delivered to an address of your choosing?
I’ll just have the rocky knockers posted to me, please, and the rest of the house I’ll just have demolished later.
Rocky Knockers? Didn’t he release a few records in the seventies?
He did, yes, before the police caught up with him.
I seem to remember my brother playing ‘Cupping Mrs Johnson’ and ‘Starkers in the Parkers’ repeatedly growing up.
Great tunes, with really catchy pop melodies and beautiful production, marred only by the disgusting nature of the lyrics that would make it illegal to broadcast or distribute them today.