“So, any more news about the fire that took
out this beautiful, Rolling Stones once played upon, Pier?”
“Yes, it turns out that unbeknown to the
security guard who always sat at the land end of the Pier, come night time youths were climbing up at the other end and having illicit parties in the old
ballroom”.
“There was a security guard and he didn’t
know?”
“Yep, he reasoned that since no-one had
walked past him then no-one was there so he never thought to check.”
“Adds a new dimension to the word security
then.”
“Also it seems that this had been going on
for some time.”
“Youth need somewhere to go, and an empty
Victorian Ballroom out over the sea seems pretty good to me.”
“Anyhow’s one such night things got out of
hand and the thing caught fire and the youth scarpered.”
“I probably would have.”
“Someone walking his dog on the beach made
a citizens arrest of a couple of them.”
“I probably wouldn’t have, unless my dog
was pretty big.”
“The police decided not to press charges.
The kids were upset enough already and with all the local anger pointed at them
they had to move school and all. It was enough.”
“So that means it’s just going to rot
slowly into the sea, I guess.”
“No! The council bought it off of the
previously negligent owners and donated it to the trust that had set themselves
up as a ‘save-the-pier’ trust and they have collected enough money to restore
it.”
“Totally?”
“Totally. Support structures have already
been added – probably a good thing considering the storms we’ve been having –
and work begins this spring/summer”
“Am I too late to donate? Can I sponsor a
bench? Or a stanchion?”
"Let's go sea." (see)
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