In all honesty its just history, I for one profess to be the kind of person who is amazed by our history as a race. It’s incredibly interesting to me to see the past which we have left behind, that we’ve lost and that we should preserve, a perfect example of this is in Cheltenham Spa.

Around the area of Cheltenham there always was an intrigue into what a line of green was doing there snaking it’s way through the town centre, and until now I’ve been perplexed as to what it was, but after some research the evidence presents itself to say that the line of green was just that; The Honeybourne Line.

Opened in the eighteen hundreds as a through rail line towards Stratford-Upon-Avon and linking to Birmingham Snow Hill, the line carried both freight and passengers, into Birmingham, now a cycle and walking path the area of the line is steeped in an incredible industrious past, but why make such a big deal over an ex-train line?

It’s not just about this ex-train line, its the whole preservation agenda, its something that we should be doing, by changing the use of The Honeybourne Line, Cheltenham Borough Council has ensured its future, changing the agenda of it’s use from industrial to pleasure, something which doesn’t happen enough pleasure I mean not regeneration in my eyes regeneration of old building into flats doesn’t fit the pleasure section. Being of a keen demeanor regarding the preservation of things it’s exciting to see old buildings that have been granted a new lease of live, except when they’re remodeled into trendy flats, being a city boy the look and feel of these building never fails to ruin my day.

On the outside; in a word stunning, but when you see the inevitable sign “Flat to Let or Buy” it makes your heart sink, and thats truly disgusting. Yes we need to find a purpose fit for use in these old building but flats aren’t always the answer, infact they very rarely are.

So people of Britain its time we did something about this, I feel a campaign coming on….

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make you smile. Mr. Rant today had a brush with the BBC, during the daily course of the job in which I do, you come across new and strange circumstances that you have to deal with, today this event was one such occasion.

I took a call on our Emergency line at work, yeah exciting eh? Not really but I digress. This call it transpire was from the BBC, they had been filming in a building for the whimsical televisual delight which is Doctors (logo included below).

This chap called Marlon had been on the crew, when all of a sudden he had the need to change his trousers, he removed the offending article of clothing and placed them in the toilet at the building in which they were filming, simple enough but does beg the question why he felt the need to take them off, more to the point why it would be a requirement to remove them whilst working as part of a crew, indeed as you may be thinking, I didn’t feel the need to probe him about his AWOL jeans.

To cut a short story even shorter this lad had left the building presumably in just his undercrackers, to return home but lo and behold he had forgotten that his trousers were in the aforementioned toilet and only realised that his keys, phone and wallet resided in them when he had got back to the studio, he had called us to get the building unlocked, effectively the chap was homeless and indeed penniless.

We managed to sort the problem out, and all was well, but why would you go somewhere and remove your jeans?

Especially if you work for the BBC?

What a merry little programme this is?