I remember having a guided tour of Battersea not long after it had been decommissioned. I would have been about 9 years old. I don't remember the purpose of the tour but I think it was part of a "whatcha all wanna do with this beast of a building" public consultation. One of many that came to nothing. I also remember the huge banks of dials, doodads, whistles and whatchamacallits that were still in place. And having to wear a hard hat. That was cool.
I haven't been since the redevelopment, having moved out of London, but I feel instinctively and irrationally resentful at the idea of having to buy a ticket to see the history bit. I hope you pressed every button twice. Really hard.
Good. And maybe smear some of the wretched oestrogen cream on them while you're at it. Or maybe that counts as a form of chemical warfare. Yeah, maybe don't do that. But I'm pleased you're feeling better now you've stopped the cream.
I remember having a guided tour of Battersea not long after it had been decommissioned. I would have been about 9 years old. I don't remember the purpose of the tour but I think it was part of a "whatcha all wanna do with this beast of a building" public consultation. One of many that came to nothing. I also remember the huge banks of dials, doodads, whistles and whatchamacallits that were still in place. And having to wear a hard hat. That was cool.
I haven't been since the redevelopment, having moved out of London, but I feel instinctively and irrationally resentful at the idea of having to buy a ticket to see the history bit. I hope you pressed every button twice. Really hard.
Ha ha! If I go back I will definitely press harder!
Good. And maybe smear some of the wretched oestrogen cream on them while you're at it. Or maybe that counts as a form of chemical warfare. Yeah, maybe don't do that. But I'm pleased you're feeling better now you've stopped the cream.