Counterpoint: The Busy Bee is a shining* example of a flat roof pub built in the 1960s brutalist style, and I will fight anyone who tries to demolish it. *shitty
Counterpoint: The Busy Bee is a shining* example of a flat roof pub built in the 1960s brutalist style, and I will fight anyone who tries to demolish it. *shitty
I appreciate the "Down with this sort of thing" poster. Can be used for any occasion, really.
Just look at that. Beautiful British flat roof pub. All that’s missing is the dog on the roof and the knife fight on the lawn outside.
Suspiciously under-graffitied
Looks like police cells
To make the regulars feel at home?
Did the builder also have a contract for the new prison block and mix up the plans?
If you'd ever seen Sighthill Flats you'd get your answer about feeling right at home
They should rename it The Murder a couple of months before demolishing, just for the lolz.
It’s almost as bad as the Flying Shuttle in Bury (was)
For full 21stC authenticity, outside it needs most of these: signs of regular vomiting & spent body fluids with associated smells, used condoms & sanitary ware, drug 'paraphernalia' &, round the back, wheelie bins. @wheeliebinfed.bsky.social
Yeah, that's a big metal 440 litre job, metal to cope with the fires and fighting.
Previously plastic, but the local yoot kept setting fire to them to huff the fumes.
Haven't we all?
This is the other *Busy Bee* photograph from the news item, without Angry People in front of it + blurred graffiti. The *BB* was a Tennent's pub it seems - what could have been better back in the day on a hot, hot, hot Saturday afternoon in Edinburgh but a pint of Ten's wi' a hair lacquer chaser?
💯 secret nuclear bunker. Hard to believe it was a pub let alone a church.
A flat roof church. And Mary Magdalene did say unto the Lord, “Leave him Jesus, he’s not worth it,” but it all kicked off and many of those present were smote.
Kudos to anyone who will stand behind a sign saying “Remove this eyesore”.
Estate pubs are the best.
Ah yes, the time when middle-class late-20s me went on a jolly ramble along the Thames Path in East London with then-girlfriend and we decided it would be just spiffing to pop into a pub we passed for, oh, maybe a jug of Pimm’s or a brace of G&Ts. Maybe a Babycham. It was an.. interesting place.