Our esteemed councillors in Yeovil are busy whinging and moaning at present because local protests and petitions have suceeded in getting the building known as 'The Foundry House' a listed status. (Actually it started its life in the gloving business.)
The councillors complaint is that it is getting in the way of the next development in Yeovil and that anyway the building is ugly. Well if we measured worth by beauty, it's a fair bet that none of the local council would ever be elected!
This building is important because it represents some of Yeovil's history, a history that is being lost at a rapid pace. In the sixties another bunch of councillors oversaw the destruction of the old Middle Street in the name of modernisation and a new road. The road does not exist and however much you like Yeovil, the Middle Street they created is butt ugly.
The new leisure complex near the Foundry House has provided lots of facilities but it is a collection of steel frame barns that are hardly graceful or lovely to behold. If we can live with them then we can also live with the incorporation of our living history into the new development.
Well done to everyone who helped in this excercise of real people power.
On to the music!
Live events in West Dorset & South Somerset today
Scrotes @ Three Horseshoes, Burton Bradstock
Martha's Vineyard @ Phoenix Hotel, Chard
Storm @ Harry's Bar, Yeovil
Jinder @ No.10, Bridport
Live events in Taunton & Bridgwater areas today
Musicals Challenge @ Brewhouse Theatre, Taunton
Mirage @ Bridgwater Arts Centre
Bizarre Russian!
A pensioner with a dicky ticker has made plans to be buried with his collection of top-shelf filth, Russian daily newspaper Utro has reported.
After a heart attack scare, 65-year-old Vladimir Villisov decided he could not bear to part with his cherished jazz hoard, even in the afterlife. The Mramorskoe man had a customised coffin made to house it, together with his decaying carcass. He explained: "The girls in those magazines have been my companions for years, and I want them to accompany me to the next life."
The report gets ever creepier as Mr Villisov, unmarried, reveals he sometimes lies in the red-satin-lined coffin to - ahem - read his antique Soviet smut.
Have a smut free day!
The Editor
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