The Clansman

The area I work in is not the most sulubrious. The building looks like a warehouse painted yellow, and is situated slap bang in the middle of sheltered housing accomodation. This means, I don't mean to be cruel, that the local population look like they've just finished filming on a zombie film.

Across the road there's an overpriced supermarket that seems to sell everything else but food, a chippy, and a hairdressers. To the left of the building is a pub called the Mid Yoken. The handrails outside this pub make it look like you can tie your horse outside. The inside looks like most people would bring their horse in anyway.

Other than that, there's concrete as far as the eye can see. As a motivation for coming in the morning, it's up there with getting kicked in the knackers.

That is all.