—don’t ask, it’s a trick question.
So first, let’s not wander off topic—said topic being the Invercargill upcoming all-singing all-dancing reconstructive renovations. But while you’re here, have thee a nice wee shack …
—apparently still standing after about four and a bit thousand years. (According to some. Others put forward quite convincing cases for The Beast being older than that … like about ten thousand years older … and although I’m firmly in their court it’s hardly germane to/with the point I’m making here.)
Now have thee a beak at a shot of a building made some time in the art deco period, so it’s not even a hundred yet—
—and even though I snapped that snap on Monday and today is only Wednesday—
—it don’t look like that no more. Already huge gobbles have been taken out of it by very hungry gobbling machines (hah! REAL men would have used dynamite)—
—but that might have rattled somebody‘s tea cups. However, what this post is actually about:
WHAT did they know
umpty oodles of years ago
about building buildings to last,
that we don’t know today?
and tomorrow and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pa— oops, apologies, drifting again—I shall get me hence and grab some shots of the lovely
rubble new hole in the ground.
and you’ll get an entire city block being demolished~!
“An engineering expert said the buildings in the block were generally not in good shape, with some exceptions, but it shouldn’t surprise given they were among the first to be built in Invercargill, some before the 1900s.”
Yes, indeedy, and Free Enterprise be damned: when kiwi dictators want something, they don’t just pussyfoot around, they Go For It and they get it. To hell with any petty damned wannabe capitalists in their way. And their families. And their dog, if they had a dog …
I shall be galloping about with mine camera and will score all the shots I can, so if you’re interested in Genuine Democracy inaction this should be your source—
“Mr Argus, Sir?”
“Yes, Little Virginia?”
“Stet, Kid. It’s wysiwip.”
“What you see is what I put …”