Kids, try not to have sex with my building, ok?

Small lapse due to an influx of Canadians and single malt whisky.

After a whole month of film I’m now back on the Interweb lark.

This morning I awoke to scaffolding outside the building. Unfortunately it looks nothing like this:

It does have bright yellow soft cladding attached to the bottom legs though, presumably to stop fuckwits walking into them. That’ll still happen, but now the kids across the road will have a nice beacon to aim for.

They’ll either set the cladding alight or fuck the slits in it.

Probably both. If that happens I’ll try and take some photos as my Flickr stream needs a little livening up.