small town - boy!

Driving to work this morning the ladyfriend and I drove passed the building site of the latest unaffordable housing. It's quite funny because it is being built on a plot of land that used to be a gay pub. It died a death and after being boarded up for ages was finally levelled and - after a council backhander - the developers have moved in.

I was thinking to myself as I looked at the advertising hoardings for the flats which had pictures of white succesful career women sitting on a leather sofa (like those that hideous bint Linda Barker has paraded herself on) I was wondering, when developers build on old cemeteries they disturb the graves, will these new homeowners be haunted by the ghosts of Donna Summer and Ethel Merman?

Also on these developments they try to keep a link to the past by naming the houses and roads after the old place, if so, will there be "big dyke road", "backroom close", "trannie avenue", "bender house" and "screaming queen street" - I went to the pub on several occasions so I speak from experience and not out of turn.

This weekend, as I'm sure I have said, the Ladyfriend and I are off for a little hedonism in Amsterdam - joy!