Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Saturday, 15 December 2012
I don't think I have shown you this picture of the former stone-mason's emporium at Salisbury before, but I am sure Elegance is very familiar with it.
A friend of mine used to rent a flat in one of the Bath Crescents, which used to belong to a decorative plaster worker. Inside, it was like living in the middle of an inside-out wedding cake. Every square inch of wall and ceiling was plastered (literally) with roses, leaves, vines, egg and dart, faces, angels, etc. etc.
Personally, when I go home I try to leave my work behind me and settle down to a relaxing weekend with food and drink (or as relaxing as it can be when it is all cooked by me), and I do not trouble myself with whittling away at a bit of stone or marble unless I absolutely have to.
I heard of a young, apprentice wood-worker who - when at home at the end of his first week in the trade - occupied himself by taking every door in his parent's house off, only to re-hang them immediately after. Because he could.
Some years ago, a young stone carver who was new to the skill, pissed everyone off by bringing little bits of carving into the pub and wandering around, proudly showing them off to all and sundry. There was at least one 'Green Man' carving amongst them in the beginning. What is it about Green Men that so excites novices to stone?
At least the above shop was an advertisement. Now it is a restaurant.