I couldn't believe that tosser narrating the Grand Design of the century this week. He fell over himself to tell the victim what a lovely house it was. The victim himself admitted it had been likened to a petrol station.
It did look like one too. One designed by a company that puts up council offices, employing people with a penchant for Pentecostal churches.
After 18 months of 7 day weeks they returned to see that it was as yet incomplete. The site agent/owner was supposed to be a wheeler dealer, yet he didn't have the sense to not accept a delivery. A c*ck up with the roof resulted in a ruined ceiling that was irrepairable so that should have gone back the day it arrived and a temporary roof put in place to enable the rest of it to go up.
Then there was a snag with the hideous steel work. Then there was another one. Then one with the glass. Then he rendered over the foam insulation to produce what appeared to be a giant toilet block.
All in all it made the German one last week, look great. But what is it with these rich bastards? A clinic, a greenhouse and a luxury council toilet of the future? If they can't use their bloody money, let me have it.