Out of interest, this little hobble along Mansfield Road was in fact only 0.3 miles in length.
The claimed time of the walk on the Google as in the screen-grab was six minutes. Of course, it took me a lot more. Partly due to my stopping to take the photographs, calling in a shop to get fodder and waiting for the bus back up the hill. At least I walked down it and along the road, despite Hilda Hips not being happy about it. Hehe!
There were so many closed down retail units, it was saddening.
Some of those that are still trading today are clearly struggling to make it pay.
I wonder how long it will be before an implosion of failure and bankruptcy floods the country, then explodes the economy altogether?
With even the big retail companies like Tesco hiding their losses and claiming to be doing better than they actually are, what does the future hold for the small entrepreneur?
First I walked to the Library.
You’ll notice, that no patrons are going in or out.
In fact, there was nobody about at all, and this does not bode-well for the local business impresarios does it?
To my right across the road, a confusing sign on the Hair & Beauty Shop.For there
For there was certainly no one in the shop or building, perhaps they had given up and gone on to offer a visit my home, or I’ll visit yours to have your hair done, and left the mobile phone number so the ladies could ring them?
If so, I hope it works out for them.
On the back of the roof, I could see pigeons appearing and disappearing.
The next shop along to the right has not done any good over the last ten years, I’m afraid.
The last bloke to make anything of it was Duncan something or other. He did washing machine and cooker repairs and second-hand sales. Until about ten years or so ago, when he was arrested for buying stolen goods. There must have been other charges because Big Ron tells me he’s still inside.
Up to an alleyway between two shops, the long gone brothel has now been made into nine flats.
Must have been a busy brothel once? Hehe!
Further, along on the other side of the road, the failed hot potato shop, called ‘Just Potatoes’.
Even the Estate Agents to the left of the eatery has moved elsewhere now.
Same side of the road further up, another failed business.
A poster told me it was up To Let. Where I imagine it will remain for a long, long time. It was last used as an entertainment come Bingo and one-arm bandit place. Now, this, I thought might have taken off in Nottingham, with it being full of alcoholics, pickpockets, shop lifters and already having more betting shop outlets per capita of anywhere on earth!
The two units next to the Polish Restaurant were closed down, after some poor soul trying to make a living out of takeaway food.
At the junction of Marshall Street, what a disheartening sight.
No less than three bankrupt food take-away shops in a row! None of them has traded for many years now.
Over the road, the sign To Let – Ground floor and first floor retail.
He’d been there for a good few years too, poor chap, a victim of the current financial markets?
Still, I suppose it might help stop people buying tropical pets and killing or abandoning them? The poor chap has been raided a few times over the years.
The old bedding shop unit was still empty and unwanted by any of the other entrepreneurs.
And who can blame them with the current uncertainty in the country and world?
Doomed! We’re all Doomed!
Two more abandoned hopes and dreams further up the hill.
At least I think that Akaldeep (Owner of the Discount Shop, has some other retail units to fall back on. He and his wife always seemed happy and friendly when I went in his store here.
I’m not sure if Darcy’s second hand stolen goods store had closed or not. Maybe he does not open on a Monday?
I’ve never seen anyone who does not look like Arthur Daley, has four or more kids with her or a nose broken bouncer go into the place anyway.
Thus ended my little photographicalisationing hobble.
But I had another later:
Nine closed down food outlets, and they open two more doomed to failure outlets?
It amazes me how they can expect to make it pay?
Never on, on I plodded.
The Golden Grill has seen better days.
So, remember folks; If you venture to Nottingham… just be careful. Hehe!
Not much better in the City Centre.Tsk!
Further thoughts on Politicians
There’s not many that haven’t had an illicit love affair,
They are experts and tutored in spouting lies and hot air,
They dance around giving answers like Andy Capp or Fred Astaire,
Most Ministers have never worked, or known financial despair,
They fiddle expenses, get a pay rise of 9.6%, that’s so unfair,
They say the IPSA sets their salary now, they declare,
But they set the wage of IPSA of £40,400 per manager…yea?
And grant the IPSA expenses; of this the part-time IPSA are aware,
The rot set in with the crooked nihilistic, nepotistic Tony Blair.
Most are millionaires too, jealous… me? Now where’s me bus pass?
Cameron, and his cronies will never worry about the cost of gas,
Despite his cabinet consisting of a cruel men, an inertial mass,
PMs a group from superior stock, all unethical, bold as brass,
They are not caring, they are cruel, pitiless and crass.
They ought to hypnotised into being honest en mass,
They’ve taken away my few benefits, ‘cause I bought a pension,
Paid into it for fifty odd years, worse off now, makes you laugh,
It’s the weak they prey on, ignore, laugh at and harass!
Not for workers or pensioners, warmth, good food or an au pair,
I can’t afford a holiday or even the petrol or train fare,
No BUPA for me, just the ailing NHS hospital care,
The NHS staff are harangued and frustrated, but they really care,
MPs strut and pose, well fed, clothed, looking debonair,
While pensioners are struggling, broke, in utter despair,
They have their earnings from bribes and many an offshore share,
They sit in central heated offices, in their reclining chair,
Of others poverty, frustration and pain, they seem totally unaware!
Bless them. (Spit!)
Rachel Carrera says:
We must fight on and not mewl, it’s the voters that were the fools, following the main party like mules!
Shirley Blamey says:
Extreme policies we must overrule, I’ll do the job just give me the tools!
It’s the greedy politicians we must attack and ridicule!
Marissa Bergen says:
We need Punk-rock, in the home, on public transport and the vestibule!
Mike Steedenski says:
We must legalise hemp, marijuana, and the absinthe soaked toadstool!
Danny Soz says:
Everyone should hire a vehicle from my VAT free car-pool!
Bring back hanging for Pavement cyclists should be the rule!
Gazza H says:
Remove Inchcock as our leader and use him as a footstool!
Dunc the Hunk says:
When I went to school, I lived on gruel, Gawd life can be cruel!
* Gazza asked me to point out that no Shoplifters, Pavement Cyclists or Members of UKIP were harmed in the production of this load of rubbish.
Statements from Inchock Party Members in their failure to get any votes in the May General Elections.
Raving reporter Dunc the Hunk interviewed some of the remaining members of the party to get their views on the abject failure.
Following the highly surprising result in the May General Elections – the fact that our Inchcock Party got no, nil, keine, nema, acune votes at all, may have electors perceiving the wrong message. It does concern me that our standing members failed to vote for themselves somewhat.
I think the supply of Rumanian lager and Irish Vodka I’ve obtained should encourage members to stick with the party and try again perhaps?
Wot? We ain’t failed mush! I’m drawing up a new manifesto now.
We is going to bounce back with a vengeance.
Unlimited immigration, free lager for the under 18’s, close all the prisons down, make smoking Golden Virginia compulsory and ban UKIP.
The elementary and fundamental causes of the Inchcock Party’s failure in this election can be attributed to the nepheliad-like leadership from Inchcock himself.
He set out to vote and ended up at the hospital haematology department, caught a bus to go back to the election booth and realised he had got on the wrong bus. Got off of it and caught another into Nottingham City centre.
Where as he approached the bus-stop to get to his election ward to vote he was arrested for feeding the pigeons in the city centre.
By the time he was released on bail the voting booths had closed down!
I ask you, how did we stand a chance with that ‘Whoopsiedangleplop’ prone pillock in charge.
I will be making a challenge for the leadership of the party in readiness for the next elections.
Unfortunately I was decorating the new house when voting day arrived.
I was getting on tremendously well until I came across Mike Steedenski in his chair watching the TV and having a drinkie-phoo, and had the devils own job of moving him so I could get to the fish aquarium to paint it.
He slid into a stupor and slid off the chair you see… this enabled me to get some of the emulsioning done on one end of the fish tank, but as I was just finishing that, he stirred and tripped me up causing the paint to go all over the new carpet and he was sick on it.
The ambulance arrived and managed to remove the paint-roller from his rear end, and by then it was… oh… sorry, what was the question?
One election day, there I was deep in concentrating on the election results on the Adult Channel when the missus foolishly came near me with the Chinese produced Ukrainian emulsion paint we got from Lidl. She knew I wus allergic to the fumes and I passed out, spilling me Absinthe and cherryade drink.
Despite it being her foolish actions that made me topple over and the wench she seemed annoyed with me – and attacked me with the paint-roller as I was coming round. Women eh?
Still it’s a shame about us missing voting cause I was in the A&E having a certain cavity checked for any damage caused like.
Still I can go back to me Traffic Warden job.
The intricateness of analysing the cause of the Inchcock Party failure lies within the confusion brewed within the politically accepted pedegorisation of acceptable failures as opposed to the correctionalisation of tactical preparation and responses as one would expect.
The exoticness is plain to see, and further development of positionally adopted autonomous actions would not necessarily tremefy the party’s leadership, but rather encourage a new more agreeable standard and a much more acceptableness and understanding of the needs of both electors without grandiloquence. And then we could start having raves on a regular basis to replace party seminars. We still might not win – but it would be fun!
I think that we were perhaps always never not going to get any votes yer know. Hic!
The sooner they bring back the cat and genuine pork scratching the sooner things will not get no better if not worse!
Can’t see any of them throwing me a bone,
Each cheats like the others, each one is a clone,
Every one of ’em gets on my axone,
None of them has any moral or honest backbone,
Many MPs can’t control their own testosterone,
All of ’em like to blow their own trombone.
They get backhanders and this has been shown,
Banks give ’em cheap mortgages, or a no interest loan,
A classy mistress or a second home in Sierra Leone,
Free nights out to first nights show – with chaperon,
Wealth and free amusements are not unbeknown,
To Barclay’s bank a lifeline of billions was thrown,
Not surprising, with the Barclay’s shares they own.
They’ll not worry about prosecution when their hands roam,
For in this fowl trend they are not alone,
This their fellow members seem to condone?
No need for the others to depone,
Seems like all of them to this habit are prone!
While they let some lucky voters work at the grindstone,
Others are left to abuse alcohol and the Methodone,
Osborne and the like, never been in a work zone,
Silver spoon raised, they were never alone,
Rich parents and Eton were their cornerstone,
I had neither… but I don’t like to moan.
Private hospitals will always mend their cartilage bone,
Not for them an operation to postpone,
Cameron strutting round like Al Capone,
Determined to destroy the NHS I bemoan.
They lie to us every time in a superior tone,
To nepotism they are all very prone,
They seek adulation to sit on a throne,
Out of Government they should all be thrown!
Where should they be?
What have they done?
The real Osborne?
Still, I reckon
MPs known not to have fiddled their expenses are marked with a cross.
The Rt Hon Jeremy Hunt finds a cheaper version of Warfarin for the NHS patients
Inchcock refused entry to Parliament, just because he was carrying a home-made stink bomb and had not paid his Poll Tax – Tsk!
Ed Miliband fights the removal of page 3 nudes
The finest liar since Tony Blair!
Quote from The Guardian: David Cameron warned on Sunday that Britain needs to be on alert for “roving firearms terrorist attacks” in Britain!
Islington Labour controlled County Council to introduce £60 fines for diesel found leaving their motors running – 2nd offence could mean imprisonment!
Lib-Dems say ban all petrol and Diesel cars by 2040!
UKIP – and when you wake up…
Would you buy car from this nepotist?
We look at the escapades of our past and present MPs like Blair, Brown and more…
Should we have voted them in – they’ve all lied – more than once before,
Blair with his Ploutomania and addiction to killing and war,
Cameron out to kill-off the NHS that’s certainly for sure,
Cleggy his pet supporter has a lot to answer for.
Nigel will fail, despite his being cocksure,
Vince Cable a man of whom I am suspicious and unsure,
Their lies, cheating and fiddling we seem to ignore?
I might be uneducated and rather poor,
And been guilty of voting for one of em before,
Now this lot I hate, they make me teeth sore!
Written by Inchcock on Saturday 18th April 2015 while he was suffering from rumbling innards and frequently demanding trips to the porcelain – Where he naturally was inspired to make this ditty as he thought of Britain’s Members of Parliament
No NHS patients, unemployed personages, or disabled people were harmed in the creation of this load of rubbish.