Joe Schmo wrote:BaggyTrousers wrote:
All that remains is for the eyes of the faithful to be spared the sight of the Quinn family's bedroom gymnastics and for thon bint from the Newtownards Road who bought a house beside a rugby ground to have her Windies stove in by the sonic boom of the assembled gulderers guldering.
Ladies and gentlemen, I believe it's time I arose from my shakedown for brecky,thank you for reading my ranting.
Mind you Baggy, can you name one building in Northern Ireland that is not a hideous feckin' abomination? Apart from Baggy Towers obviously! I would imagine this has been designed and built to a tight budget.
Cobbled together with bits of driftwood & rusty corrugated iron, bound up with balls of hairy twine Joe, but it's serviceable and as I like to call it "home".
I do take your point, I struggle to think of anything much built after 1954 that is remotely pleasing to the eye. Much like the Ulster Hospital, we seem to have gone for the unblemished concrete & breeze-blocks completely unadorned. Classic communist functionality obviously was the watchword. The bars some day might get a skim of plaster & an appropriate Muriel painted on them, then again, probably not. Stalin would love it.
Anyway, lest the "Ulster are brill & everything Ulster do is faboodabadoozie" brigade get rattled, the only important thing is it will soon be finished, it will have excellent facilities & for the people who matter, the players, state of t'bloody art & at the end of the day & the going down of the sun, nobody will give a good goddamn what it looks like when its full of guldering nordies.
Asking for it to have a touch of the Taj Mahal or marble staircases for chubes to fall down, handcarved walnut seating with plump cushioned arseholders, personal servants to meet the exacting standards of our drinking men & weemen when it is more or less all publicly funded is expecting a miracle that may even be beyond Fit C.
Fact is, its a hell of an improvement on the dear old wreck of blessed memory & to get it built with more or less no debt save a wee bit from the Premium Stand is well worthy of a hats off for Fit & Company.
Doubtless I shall grow to love it .................. if I live that long.