Awesome...
Beats my 'liberated from a building site' portakabin shed hands down (aquired by the previous owner I might add).
Must get creative with it...
Take one upturned wooden boat, a few old old windows and doors, a wood burner and some 12V solar-powered lights and you've got the recipe for the 2013 Shed of the Year - a magnificent construction which saw off over 1,900 rivals to sail to the pinnacle of sheddie glory. Alex Holland's boat-roofed shed Clinging to the side …
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Sob. Sniff, sniff. I live in a flat. I have nowhere for a shed.
I do have one room that I can barely get into, with lots of tools and boxes in. Along with a slightly embarrassing collection of bottles, that I keep forgetting to take to the recycling centre. But I'm not sure if that's enough to remove me from the list of suspicious characters. Does this mean I'm on some NSA watch-list?
Didn't stop the guy who owned the luxury flats we could see from the Docklands Light Railway on the approach to Bank (just before the descent into the tunnel) when I used to work near Canary Wharf. He'd installed his shed on his balcony ...
... also didn't stop a work colleague (a lady of a "certain age" who spoke with an accent that would cut glass and a vocabulary that would etch it), on having it's existence pointed out to her, proclaiming it "what a marvellous erection" at full volume on a crowded DLR train ...
Curtains! Pah! Curtains? Are you some kind of metrosexual - with neither beard nor pipe? I spit on you, with your soft namby-pamby ways, with your magazines and your moisturiser...
A real man has a face crinkled by exposure to the sun (not blocked by curtains), and rough as a badger's arse. Heaven alone knows what metaphor that leaves for the roughness of his arse... With a beard that you could loose a ferret in.
Although I'm a bit concerned by him refrigerating his beer and cider. Proper rough scrumpy, which is what one should drink in a shed, ought to be drunk warm and cloudy, and slowly eating its way through the glass. And real beer shouldn't be drunk cold.
"Proper rough scrumpy, which is what one should drink in a shed, ought to be drunk warm and cloudy, and slowly eating its way through the glass"
When my dad was growing up the toothless, cackling man on the allotments would just squeeze rotting apples into a bucket and drink the result.
I notice that although the gentleman is drinking ale, he has not brewed it himself!
His shed will be complete when he has an assortment of barrels and demijohns fitted with fermentation locks in the corner.
While he is completing his fitting out he will need a small transistor radio permanently tuned to TMS on Radio 4.