When I first saw this ramshackle edifice I licked my lips in anticipation. It was exactly my kind of subject: peeling paint, lots of rusty iron and not a straight line anywhere. I never went inside but can imagine its tumble of demolition materials: everything from lavatory chains and door knobs to sash windows and bathroom suites all covered in dust and wreathed in cobwebs.
I imagine that over the years up to its own demise (it's certainly no longer there) this building must have housed refugee parts from a city that was constantly undergoing modernization.
I wonder how many people living in Ponsonby and Freemans Bay will remember this wonderful blot on their landscape?
© DON DONOVAN
donovan@ihug.co.nz
