My Fave Nephew, usually on the edge, departs the city for
BeachBoy/surf's up land...and, may spend sleepless nights
trying to keep the all night zombies, crack heads and wandering
X5 gangs looking for a mini-meet, out of the projects he's overseeing.
Goodbye Apts., hello nouveau riche condos!
Congrats on the new gig, M!
BR,Ol'UncMtr
Mick:
" I could turn this place into a penthouse. For instance this room. This room could have been the kitchen. Right size, nice window, sun comes in. I'd have I'd have teal-blue, copper and parchment linoleum squares. I'd have those colours re-echoed in the walls. I'd offset the kitchen units with charcoal-grey worktops. Plenty of room for cupboards for the crockery. We'd have a small wall cupboard, a large wall cupboard, a corner wall cupboard with revolving shelves. You shouldn't be short of cupboards. You could put the dining-room across the landing, see? Yes. Venetian blinds on the window, cork floor, cork tiles. You could have an off-white pile linen rug, a table in... in afromosia teak veneer, sideboard with matte black drawers, armchairs in oatmeal tweed, a beech frame settee with a woven sea-grass seat... (sits up) it wouldn't be a flat it'd be a palace."
Alan Bates as Mick, from the Caretaker. circa '63, written by Harold Pinter.