The Ostrich? More of a cave in a pub, but it's still there and they
still have the skeleton of the pirate / slave chained up in the back
It's not the oldest pub in Bristol though. We have three contenders
for that, all from the 1600s, but no-one can agree which.
Actually I was _blunt_ to you, rather than rude, and I'm genuinely
sorry that you saw it as personal rudeness (you big soft Northern
If you want a jigsaw to work, you have to spend money on it. That's
just jigsaws for you.
Bad restoration and preservation efforts in the '50s caused immense
ongoing damage to the frames. Infighting for decades did nothing to
solve this until the whole hull was no longer structurally safe. Then
the masts were removed and replaced with lampposts. A week ago, Cutty
Sark had already become a farcical Disneyfication with increasingly
little even worth preserving. It was a faked-up box with some
interesting exhibits in
The best thing that could happen would tbe to scrap the Cutty Sark and
spend the money on other equally or more deserving maritime history
projects. It's not even a unique iron-framed tea clipper in the UK -
The City of Adelaide / Carrick has been rotting away in Scotland for
years now, in need of a budget that's less than half the Cutty Sark
already had before the fire. Now the push is to demolish and scrap the
Of course re-directing a budget outside London isn't going to happen.
The Cutty Sark will probably be rebuilt into an even less original
boat-shaped box (avoiding that nasty wood as it's an obvious fire
hazard) and will be used to milk ignorant tourists in a progressively
more trivial "experience". The budget will be inflated, and it will
still over-run by some obscene margin. Even if it were ditched and the
allocated money freed up for some other maritime history project, the
Olympian greed of 2012 would just steal it, as they've already done to
the lottery funding.
The Birkenhead naval museum closed last year. After being the only
thing that kept Birkenhead docks from being an abandoned ghost town
for some years, yuppification and the need for a car park to serve
flat conversions in the warehouse buildings drove the museum from the
site. This also includes one of the very few WW2 U-boat survivors, the
only large Type IX oceanic U-boat. Yet this is up in the North, so it
HMS Warrior (a ship individually more significant than Cutty Sark,
from a period that's just as significant) was rebuilt in Hartlepool, a
city that desperately needs some good news and a tourist attraction.
She was then whipped away down to the already-affluent South coast by
an act of sheer piracy.
HMS Caroline (the last survivor of Jutland) is ignored in Belfast
harbour and hardly anyone knows she's even there.
Nearby is the Nomadic, last (albeit smaller) survivor of the Titanic
fleet. She was rescued by local efforts, not by London's vast budgets.
The problem with the Cutty Sark is that it's in London. London can
piss money away on any rubbish (the Mandeldome, the Olympics, Wembley,
Cutty Sark) and no-one expects it to work, or to be held to account
for vast budget over-runs and dismal failure of results. Yet outside
the M25, valuable projects achieving good results and popular
attractions can't even afford their shoestring budgets.
Here in Bristol we've just lost the recently-built Wildwalk owing to a
lack of secure long-term funding for it. Also the immensely popular
Industrial Museum was forced to close against everyone's wishes,
because the council wish to redevelop the site into a worthless
"Bristol theme attraction" (a crappy "interactive" website in a
building, with no real exhibits), then hope that this fails and frees
the site up for another profitable apartment development. You could
finance both of these from the budget the Olympics spends on junkmail.
Andy Dingley wrote:
> A week ago, Cutty
> Sark had already become a farcical Disneyfication with increasingly
> little even worth preserving. It was a faked-up box with some
> interesting exhibits in
<snip a commentary on local restoration politics>
Frustrating as hell to see public funds wasted and in the process and
Appreciate the info.
I could never figure out why British cars from the 50'and 60's
wouldn't start when it rained....coming FROM a country where it almost
always rains. (Last year, summer was on a Tuesday?)
One day, as four Merlin engines (on a Lancaster) gurgled to a start, I
almost peed my shorts with glee. Those Brits can do some cool
Now that brings back long ago memories. During college, a friend had
an MG---TD if memory serves. I helped him change the clutch one day,
so he loaned me the car for the next weekend. I drove down to see my
mother and my girlfriend, not in that order. It was an adventure. Only
about 125 miles, from Albany, NY south, but it rained at a moderate
pace the entire trip. The wiper motor--single motor--quit after 30
minutes or so, and the top leaked around the edges, the front and the
It was also made for shorter guys--my buddy was about 5' 9" and I am,
or was then, 6'2".
Swiping the water off the inside of the windshield with one hand,
while swinging the wiper blade through part of its arc with the other,
after disconnecting the motor and Rube Goldberging a bit, I
occasionally managed to steer and was almighty glad the roads were
Other Brit vehicle adventures, all sponsored by Lucas, included the
lightless Norton Manx...it was a delight, and the light worked
beautifully, until you leaned it into a tight, blind curve. Or the
Jag...ah well. It was fun, even the screwball Austin-Healey.
Oh Gods, Lucas. I rewired my Landrover once upon a time, I could not believe
what I found that passed for a 'loom'. Pile of melted slag, more like. Little
wonder none of the fuses seemed to do anything useful. The Morris Minor we had
for a while was no better. I've avoided Lucas by driving continental cars since
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IIRC, there was a rash of positve ground 6-volt Minors as well.
The firm, where my dad was an accountant, bought a VandenPlas 'R' as
their limo for their high-end clients. I was always excited when my
dad got to take it on a family trips. We got quite the treatment
whenever we pulled in for a fill-up.
I thought he was going to have a coronary one time when my sister and
I were in the back-seat munching on candy.
I also recall it being replaced with a Citroen because the damned
thing was always having electrical problems. Windows, wipers.. that
sort of stuff.
I quoted the whole thing so I wouldn't be accused of taking something
out of context.
I am thinking you don't like Henry for some reason. His post seemed
pretty innocuous, and (unless talking about GHWB) seem pretty mellow.
How did he piss in your oaties?
No, I'm no trying to be snide, funny or obtuse, here. I am just
feeling like I missed something, just about the time the all the air
left the room.
(as he backs carefully away from his monitor hoping not to get bitch
Rotfl, yeah, you missed something. It's a kind of humour that 'Merkans just
don't seem to get to see, much. That's why Hollywood does so much business
remaking foreign films.
I was grinning all over when I read that post. Not to worry ... me, I don't get
Carlin and Carrey and all that lot. (But I do get Jeff Foxworthy! We have
rednecks here, too!)
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