2006-12-22

Welcome To Old Market

I've rented twenty-two places since I first ventured out from the family nest and I absolutely categorically love my new place the best. It's in a neglected corner of central Bristol called Old Market. Before the fog descended upon us with a density and durability that would make John Carpenter proud, I got out and about in the neighbourhood with a camera.

Where the heart is.
Where my neighbour's heart ought to be.
The place for guitars and classic rock memorabilia.
There are several specialist shops because rents are low here.
Several.
They have a price promise and a cash machine on the premises.
For the green-fingered.
Even scarier than the one on EastEnders but the beer is dirt cheap.
The Trinity: both a church and a nightclub.
Nice almshouse.
Civilisation lies this-away!

It has real... "character", wouldn't you say?

5 Comments:

Blogger The Paranoid Mod said...

What do you get for the £60? I can't read it. I think the first word is hot, though, and that's always a good thing...

19:34  
Blogger thisismarcus said...

You get a massage. Sorry: a "massage". The sign reads '£60 and not a penny more!' which, personally, I find expensive for a euphemism.

20:21  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

With all those "spealists" it's no wonder you love your new home so much :/

03:24  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You've really moved in the world.

I'm still at No15? In your list of 22.

10:51  
Blogger thisismarcus said...

Your place was definitely in the first dozen.

19:27  

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