Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Walk Thirty – Blackberry Jack Pub

I thought I’d make an attempt to draw the kind of thing that doesn’t appeal to me on any level, but to give a true flavour of all aspects of my environment. This pub was built by the developers in the centre of the nearby housing estate at the edge of St Albans. Every house in the estate, however small, probably has two bathrooms, immaculately decorated walls, and a garage, (unlike ours) . However no amount of victorian carriage lamps, wooden cladding, fake leaded windows or white plastic conservatory extensions can hide the fact that every single house has been built at the same time as all the other ones and has the same sort of history and interior. And however pleasant the houses are, it kind of gets you down having no genuine variety around you. I know because our previous house was one of hundreds of similar ones on a 1950s council housing estate. There’s probably a kind of economy in building estates like this, but wouldn’t it be good if the developers were compelled to leave gaps so that there could be the kind of varied environment that everyone craves – with different kinds of development occurring at different times.
The other reason I drew this building is that despite the fact that there’s probably a similar pub in every housing estate in the country, sadly the pub is now notorious because one of its regular customers – a young 35 year old man, Christian Noble – was murdered last week apparently trying to break up a pub brawl.


Blogger Marie-Dom said...

This pub and your comments so reminds me of my days living in just such a place when I lived in Leagrave, Luton. Not good memories either.... but this is so English!!!
Great drawing and shows a different part of your environment. I bet the interior is all red plush and false leather!!!, and pine....

10:47 pm  
Blogger Julie Oakley said...

My husband used to live in Luton, and when we married he wanted us to live there - AAAAAGH!

10:52 pm  
Blogger Felicity said...

This is a fabulous drawing. Without seeing your commentary, I thought, God that is so typical of England. I used to live in one of these new developments too (in north Kent, ugh!) It was soul destroying. No life in those places and everyone (but the burglers) keeping themselves to themselves - if you said hello they looked at you as if you'd lost your marbles. Dreadful. You've captured it all here!

7:50 am  
Blogger Alison said...

Yes, a great drawing which somehow catches the tackiness

12:59 pm  
Blogger Katherine said...

What good ideas you have Julie - we're getting more variation in London now as they're using all the brownfield sites to build on.

I just bet that the carpet next to the bar will be ever so slightly tacky!

What an awful thing to happen to the young man

1:03 pm  

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