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\u2018And all her paints are dry\u2026\u2019<\/p>\n
Well mine aren\u2019t. I was listening to Jane\u2019s Addiction on my phone, thinking about the drizzle. It was barely more than damp air, but it was waiting, waiting for me to get my sketchbook out. Today\u2019s drinking den was the old Bubbles toilets. The promenade entrance doors were caged and inaccessible, but the lower level access hid two large store rooms. One would make a perfect cellar, the other perhaps a small kitchen, and toilets? I was post-covid pub thinking. The installation of a spiral staircase behind the fictional bar would join the upper and lower halves. Split at the bottom like a mermaid tail.<\/p>\n
Aaaaanyway\u2026<\/p>\n
I take a chance on the weather and complete a small painting of the upper level of the old toilets. The installation of windows would at least get rid of that mural.<\/p>\n
Dave and the others arrive about two o\u2019clock, and we prize the lock away from the crumbling brick, opening the large metal door. Inside is a council workshop, rusting cans of WD40 cover the sideboard. We push them to the far corner and our bottles and cans take their place.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/marcprill.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/210210_1352.jpg\")
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