Flapper and Firkin to be demolished to make way for a Brindleyplace-style scheme. – Fucking fuckers. Fucking fuckstick fuckers. I mean, what the fuck goes through these people's minds? Sigh…
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In June 2000 I started blogging at peteashton.com and 10 years later in June 2010 I decided to stop. Blogging here, that is. I started a clean slate over on I Am Pete Ashton and maintain all manner of other web presences which are all listed here along with my contact details.
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Pete Ashton
a) As if what Birmingham needs during an economic downturn is another overpriced yuppie-hole.
b) If you simply must build another overpriced yuppie-hole because otherwise the construction company CEO will put that grainy video of you and the underage work experience boy on YouTube, how about knocking down something shite and ugly with no historical importance, rather than a much-loved music venue?
I don’t see what all the fuss is about. The Flapper (whatever it’s history) is a dump, the immediate area surrounding it is horrible, and there’s much better music venues of the same size in Brum!?
First the Jug then this, is there a part of my teenage years in Brum that is not going to get destroyed in the name of redevelopment?
Oh and James, how many indie pubs can you name in the city centre?
I am so unhappy about this. Why not clean up and sort out what already exists instead of knocking down and starting again (with something totally unessesary). As if there aren’t already enough ‘luxury apartments’ in Birmingham. We lost the Red Lion in the Jewellery Quarter first and I’m still reeling about that!
the worst bit about the ‘luxury apartments’ which are being built all over the place is most of them are far from luxurious; there’s still loads of empty ones around sherborne street, & you can see through the window – & they remind me of my first year at college in birmingham living in cambrian hall…