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Each to their own. I like it but maybe only a couple of walls per room.Bare brick on the outside, I agree, on the inside, not so much.
Each to their own. I like it but maybe only a couple of walls per room.Bare brick on the outside, I agree, on the inside, not so much.
Yes, we have a 1980's era hideous fire surround and either side of the chimney also. That horrible brick that's got a 'rough' texture.Back then the bare bricks would sometimes be varnished, what WERE people thinking of?
Bare red brick walls are gorgeous. My house is concrete and the only bricks are in the hideous 1980s fire surround.
This proved an advantage as whoever was sent out from the bank to look at the house for the mortgage looked at that and thought the entire house was brick!
We wouldn't have got the mortgage otherwise.
I remember seeing horrible varnished walls in old pubs sometimes. They were usually yellow due to all the nicotine though.Back then the bare bricks would sometimes be varnished, what WERE people thinking of?
Ours was like that, with an unpainted grey cement finish. Not even original brick colour.Yes, we have a 1980's era hideous fire surround and either side of the chimney also. That horrible brick that's got a 'rough' texture.
You can buy 'nicotine yellow' paint, presumably to give pub ceilings and authentic look. I used to have some.I remember seeing horrible varnished walls in old pubs sometimes. They were usually yellow due to all the nicotine though.
Really? Good God.You can buy 'nicotine yellow' paint, presumably to give pub ceilings and authentic look. I used to have some.
Yup, I wish I could produce the tin to prove it!Really? Good God.
Remember that craze for imitation stone cladding in the 70s-80s too?Back then the bare bricks would sometimes be varnished, what WERE people thinking of?
Bare red brick walls are gorgeous. My house is concrete and the only bricks are in the hideous 1980s fire surround.
This proved an advantage as whoever was sent out from the bank to look at the house for the mortgage looked at that and thought the entire house was brick!
We wouldn't have got the mortgage otherwise.
Yup, like in Coronation Street.Remember that craze for imitation stone cladding in the 70s-80s too?
Nightingales was great, really weird but greatIn the weirdo sitcom Nightingales, one of the characters said he had stone cladding put on his house - on the inside.
Thane of the Outside Toilet.In the weirdo sitcom Nightingales, one of the characters said he had stone cladding put on his house - on the inside.
I'm very liking the sofa on the landing set-up.
There is something about about stopping and 'being' in a space that people usually pass through. To focus on the spaces in-between...
I've seen places in Wales done like that.Yup, like in Coronation Street.
As I remember it was Jack Duck-Egg who not only had the cladding applied but then painted the stones randomey blue and yellow. Classy.
Oh flamin' Norah, here's a page on it -
Corriepedia
Once you have finished your holiday and retreated to a safe distance, please share the booking details!I thought I would like it, too; another place we stayed in had a similar set-up (but was a lot more modern). But I just don’t like it at all. I really don’t like the back stairs and that little landing although a little reading nook is something that (if I had a big enough house) I would definitely put in myself. Sometimes I go up that way as it’s quicker, but I gallop
Anyhow, yesterday I was just washing up looking out of the window and half saw someone next to me, standing almost at my shoulder, tall, dark shape so I thought it was my partner and turned to say something. (You know when you’re aware someone you know has just come into your space and is standing there) No-one there, or in the kitchen at all.
The place doesn’t feel unfriendly though, just a bit odd and very old and ‘busy’. If people with whatever ghost hunting equipment they use now came here, I do think they would pick things up.
Yup, 'reading nooks' look uncomfortable to me. All you really need are a comfy place to sprawl and good lighting.I've got a 'reading nook' in my current house. I never use it. I sit and read on the sofa in the living room - there's only me living here, I don't know what I was thinking! It's like the fact that I've got an 'office' in the loft - I sit and work on the sofa in the living room...
I could, thinking about it, just have bought a bedsit.
I came to exactly the same conclusion about a year ago. I never did huge entertaining but now there are no visitors. Why do I have a living room with seating for five? And I work on the dining room table, I could drop the office into the sea and not know the difference.I've got a 'reading nook' in my current house. I never use it. I sit and read on the sofa in the living room - there's only me living here, I don't know what I was thinking! It's like the fact that I've got an 'office' in the loft - I sit and work on the sofa in the living room...
I could, thinking about it, just have bought a bedsit.
I used to have a lovely dining table and 4 chairs.I came to exactly the same conclusion about a year ago. I never did huge entertaining but now there are no visitors. Why do I have a living room with seating for five? And I work on the dining room table, I could drop the office into the sea and not know the difference.
Probably puzzled by the world, not aware that she was dead.She looked absolutely normal, flesh and blood. If I had to pick something that was different, she looked completely vacant and not really with it, but I wouldn't have thought I was looking at a ghost, just someone who was deep in thought.
Trouble with the cladding is that damp can get behind it, as with any other covering.I've seen places in Wales done like that.
These days, people are stripping the cladding off.
Great post, the 'it just happened' ghost sightings are for me are the most persuasive and thus difficult to explain away.When I was about 15 I had gone to the local post office to pick up the family allowance. It was run by a husband and wife, along with the wifes mother. I went into the post office and saw the mother of the owner stood behind the counter. I tried to get her attention, but she just stood there and ignored me for about 2/3 minutes until the husband came to serve me. He seemed a bit flustered, but took the family allowance book and handed me the money.
When I got home my Mum mentioned I had taken longer than usual, I said I would have been back sooner if Ann's Mum hadn't ignored me! She said I am not surprised she wasn't any help, she died last week!
She looked absolutely normal, flesh and blood. If I had to pick something that was different, she looked completely vacant and not really with it, but I wouldn't have thought I was looking at a ghost, just someone who was deep in thought.
Reminded me of the house we used to drive past in the 80son the Witheridge to South Molton road in North Devon with a fake thatched roof that was bright yellow and just blatantly not realYes, we have a 1980's era hideous fire surround and either side of the chimney also. That horrible brick that's got a 'rough' texture.
I didn't know that 'fake' thatched roofs even existed. Sounds horrendous!Reminded me of the house we used to drive past in the 80son the Witheridge to South Molton road in North Devon with a fake thatched roof that was bright yellow and just blatantly not real