Sign Of The Times
A few days ago I learned that there is a planning application for the demolition of the Old Friends (10/0331/D1, if you’re interested – more details from firstname.lastname@example.org.) I understand it was a bit of a surprise as it was generally assumed that planning permission wasn’t necessary, but hey – there it is.
The poor old place is in a right state, ever since the scaffolding went up, demolition began then suddenly stopped for no perceivable reason. I can’t see that it can be saved now – even if there was a beery knight on a white charger ready to pour cash into a pub that may or may not get custom if the ‘New Heart for East Greenwich’ ever gets built. It would be nice to think that Woolwich Road could pull its socks up but I’m not holding my spectral breath.
Todya’s story is a bit different, though.
I’m not entirely sure what Janet, living at Gravelbourg in Saskatchewan, Canada, was doing reading this blog last week, but, suddenly realising that the Old Friends we were discussing was the same Old Friends where her great grandfather was licenced victualler between 1881 and 1891 and, indeed, the same Old Friends where her grandfather and his five brothers and sisters were born, hurriedly got on the blower to the property management company dealing with the demolition plans.
She’s just told me the company is going to save the sign for for her, and it will be crossing the Atlantic Canada-wards. I was particularly interested as only the day before Janet’s email arrived I’d wandered past and wondered what would be happening to the sign; I’m glad at least that will be saved, even if it is going abroad. I mean – it’s hardly the Madonna of the Pinks...
Janet’s been told it’s in pretty poor shape, but it doesn’t look that bad to me. I’ve asked her to send us a pic when she puts it up in Gravelbourg.