It is annoying when you can’t find even a scrap of information about a decaying property. This one is next to an old mill, and even the mill has been renamed to something else.The architecture tells me it's a relic of the early 20th or late 19th century, yet there's a dearth of information.

Better late than never’... they say.Having long since given up on new music, my theory is that.... 'everything that is going to be done has been done'... still holds.Please prove me wrong but there are only so many chords, so many riffs, and so many harmonies. Is this why there are countless cover songs now because it's impossible to craft something genuinely new that doesn't sound completely shit, or at best mundane?

The Horrors of Kwiksave’ is a candid recollection of my memories working at Kwiksave (the now-defunct discount supermarket chain) as a 'Stock Lad'. I wasted over FOUR years of my life in this maggot-infested hellhole and still occasionally wake up drenched in sweat after enduring a nightmare in which I am working there still.

“These windy little roads are lethal”, I stated to @anidiotexplores in an exasperated tone. We were in deepest Anglesey, a place that time has forgotten about and the roads are so narrow that your car scrapes the hedgerows on both sides.

Pendleton Bowling Club had been a nemesis. Over around three years I had tried it, noting every visit the view was getting noticeably worse, the vandalism more predominant.@anidiotexplores was also getting pissed off at the lack of access. It was deemed open by some random bastard, only to be sealed upon arrival. Was it more bullshit information again?

Taking time out from Kingdom Come Deliverance has become a problem lately. This highly unforgiving game has got its jaws clamped around me now on a vice clench.You can get to a certain point where it becomes blasé only to be torn down a few notches when five bandits jump you, all clad in plate armour. Don't take it for granted, as it will bite you in the arse.