Friday, May 16, 2008

Lack of News & I Feel Dirty

For those of you reading and wondering about the lack of postings in this blog, there is a very simple reason for this. The period November 2007 - May 2008 saw, quite literally, nothing happen in Troon. This is not unprecedented, as records show that this has happened quite regularly since records began - and Troon was frozen - in 1951.

Actually, that's not completely true. Lido opened. In one fell swoop, we have been brutally deprived of a long thin Chinese restaurant and another shop that I have no memory of. The cruelty. Goodfellows (estate agents) give the impression that they tried to call the developers’ bluff. To non-Troon residents this will make no sense – if you walk along West Portland Street, you’ll see that Lido occupies a large site where several other businesses formerly had premises, but one small plot remains, forcing the building of Lido into an odd U-shape around the tiny office of Goodfellows estate agent. Since the Buzzworks management presumably shrugged and gave up, building around them, Goodfellows appear to have realised this wasn’t smart, said “oh bugger” and have now moved out to new premises about, oooh, 30 yards away. Perhaps there’s a less comical explanation, but perhaps someone had a bit too much Troontown whisky while watching a certain Kieslowski film where exactly this happens...

Lido itself is infuriating. I lose all sense of distemper and fury and sound like a gibbering idiot when I’m there. The food’s bloody marvellous. The service is excellent. The place itself is clean, bright and you could easily be somewhere in Spain (apart from the driving wind and rain outside, perhaps). It’s not that expensive despite the reports from the over 60s (Quote: “It’s £4 for a Coke!!!”. I checked. It’s £1.80). I come out from Lido feeling like some awful, irrational, blinded evangelicalist. Lido makes me feel dirty. Lido makes me hate myself. Give me back my boiled vegetables.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Love your blog

Maybe Buzzlightyear should buy that scary shop on the corner 'Regallia' ( you know, the one with the dodgy slacks and death coloured blouses,)
They could make it into a pole dancing club and really piss off the natives.