welcome, and indeed thank you for stopping by. it is always wonderful when someone, look you see, takes the time to come and have a read of whatever i have put up here on this blog.
now then, to business. there are a number of ways in which i am not all that different from anyone else, to be sure. sometimes it does feel like i exist outside of the norm. as this can be truly depressing it is all the more delightful when i clearly see and feel the same as others.
this is all the more so when it's something positive, and surely all of us react in an aspirational, gleeful way when we encounter the sight or if you like site of a car park being ripped up.
i understand entirely that many of you are going to be all excited and a little worked up to see something as wonderful as a car park being ripped up here. let us, then, take this paragraph to be a moment of silence in which we all may enjoy it.
surely little in this world can match the joy all motorists experience when they reach a proposed or otherwise intended destination and discover vast swathes of the car park are being ripped up. a bonus is, of course, when it's all being ripped up in its entirety. the inconvenience of not being able to park with ease, or even perhaps not being able to park at all, is inconsequential when contrasted against the unbridled delight of seeing this sort of building and construction work on the go.
it must surely not be that i am alone in extracting pleasure from such? to my mind all of us most love seeing cordoned off areas, populated with traffic cones and gentlemen in hard hats and shiny vests.
yes, there i am, proudly smiling as i know i get to stand in front of a car park being ripped up for a picture. this did indeed confuse James, some. he happened to be with me when all of this happened, and was unsure as to why i was so happy or what i would need so many pictures for. perhaps one day he will drive himself and so will discover the joys of a ripped up car park as a result.
making this particular incident all the more rewarding was the fact that the car park did not seem to be in any urgent need of getting ripped up. forgive me, for i am no expert, but to me the car park looked as though all was fine. how splendid to know that there are those that will roam the lands, steadfast in the belief that things can always be better and rip up car parks accordingly.
what is that above? there was a tacit claim, or remark, that it was a time travel machine. well, the way one bloke sort of glanced at it suggested that there was an implication of such. as you can see, though, it is a broken one. the sign sellotaped to it mentions an issue with the generator or something like that. not sure, sorry, the picture is a little blurry or if you like blurred.
earlier i mentioned how wonderful it is to see gentlemen in hard hats and shiny vests at the site of a ripped up car park. what makes this even better is the way in which they strive to make the scene one big vivid still life. they, in a sacrificial way, achieve this by doing as little movement as possible. it is their understanding that motorists do not like to have their view of a ripped up car park disturbed. a bit like them toys in that film that was a story about toys that i cannot recall the name of, if they sense someone watching them they instantly freeze, flat refusing to do any work so as not to disturb the ambience of the atmosphere of the moment.
in some instances these gentlemen - i wanted to call them workmen but that sounds misleading - go one further and simply exit the site of the ripped up car park all together. well, why would they not? for the most part their work is done in ripping up the car park. to make any effort in respect of undoing this would rob the scenery of a scene of quite natural beauty.
from time to time they are, however, expected to do something in respect of undoing that what they did. every now and then someone of consequence comes along to inspect the work. at such times, then, they get on with the delicate and apparently slow moving work of placing some tarmac down, ostensibly to replace that which was torn up.
this must be done properly, of course. and properly means slowly. under no circumstances is such delicate work to be rushed. tarmac is, after all, one of the most fragile materials to be found on this planet.
and, well, right, there you have it. should you not have encountered a ripped up car park on your own travels then i sincerely hope these images have, even if only in some small way, made up for that.
blessed be, then, those who go around randomly ripping up car parks. thank you so very much indeed for striving to make the world a much better place.
be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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