House sales in Marple

[HWL1973]

Have just been told by some prospective buyers of my house that they have decided not to move to Marple (or should I say MARPLE?) due to all the hassle about supermarkets. They would have been quite happy to have had a tesco / Asda / whatever, and were very impressed by the variety of local shops, but are concerened about the hype and hysteria of the place. Their words not mine. So thats the death knoll for selling your house then, people from out of the area google "marple", find the website, check out the forums, and realise that there is insanity here. Thank you.

I rather think the general nationwide state of the housing market is more responsible for the price of property in Marple than any small (in the scheme of things) local dispute over supermarkets. Our property in Marple was valued for sale 4 years ago at £250-275k (but never put on the market). It's just been valued again at £175k (it won't be going on the market this time either). As Rick says to Ilsa at the end of "Casablanca", our little supermarket contretemps "don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world"

And when the Euro falls apart and we enter a worldwide depression, houses prices even now will seem ridiculously high. We're all doooooooooooomed 

[My login is Henrietta]

Have just been told by some prospective buyers of my house that they have decided not to move to Marple (or should I say MARPLE?) due to all the hassle about supermarkets. They would have been quite happy to have had a tesco / Asda / whatever, and were very impressed by the variety of local shops, but are concerened about the hype and hysteria of the place. Their words not mine. So thats the death knoll for selling your house then, people from out of the area google "marple", find the website, check out the forums, and realise that there is insanity here. Thank you.

I rather think the general nationwide state of the housing market is more responsible for the price of property in Marple than any small (in the scheme of things) local dispute over supermarkets. Our property in Marple was valued for sale 4 years ago at £250-275k (but never put on the market). It's just been valued again at £175k (it won't be going on the market this time either). As Rick says to Ilsa at the end of "Casablanca", our little supermarket contretemps "don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world"

[My login is Henrietta]

I suppose not, but a very large personal blow. And I was really shocked at their reason.

I hardly think that this would be a huge consideration in the choice of a house. You were probably being pestered by people who just like "rubber-necking" around other people's homes.

Anyway, I haven't actually noticed a great deal of hysteria. The last meeting in the Park was very polite and well-behaved and it was attended by all age groups.

(And I loved the "fry posters" part of this thread but perhaps it was a little unkind to the OP......)

 

[tina]

I had tears in my eyes laughing at this thread!! 

me 2 , my sister thought I had gone mad! Best laugh I've had in a long time, and was much needed

[moonforest]

I had tears in my eyes laughing at this thread!! 

[Miss Marple]

Very good Dave and Moorendman ! But when does Butch Cassidy , her son dance kid , and the posse feature in all this bravado 

[HWL1973]

While I would agree that Marple is currently resembling Springfield of Simpsons fame in terms of the supermarket over-reaction, I think your prospective buyers were probably looking for an excuse.

[moorendman]

To the horsemen's dismay , at the back of the wagon train rode the Dark Stranger who after this one time was now recently tired. As the Good people wagon train passed by the Hollins General Livery and Stores, they could hear a madman crying out in the desert between the mesas and the buttes to stop the supermarket and so they could not "enjoy" the now dead Park.

But there was more than just the Supermarket now to worry about, there were rumours that the Railroad head at Rosa's Lump being attacked. This was starting to think bad.............................

[Dave]

I was not welcome in Marple if I was not one of the “good people”  that had the time to do all my shopping in small local shops.

Next morning at first light, the four hooded horsemen returned to Dan's Bank.  The tall dark stranger was nowhere to be seen, but sure enough, there were fry posters fixed on the lump posts.  What to do?  No point in calling Sheriff Stunnell, because everyone knows he's on the side of the fry posters. 

Suddenly, the horsemen heard the sound of distant voices.  A wagon train was slowly approaching down Dan's Bank.  The wagons were heavily loaded - men, women and children, with all their possessions balanced on their wagons.  As they came closer, the horsemen could see that the men were strong and handsome, the women pretty as a picture in their aprons and bonnets, and their apple-cheeked children played happily on the wagons as they rolled slowly along.  Yes, the Good People had arrived, to do all their shopping in small local shops. 

[moorendman]

In the dead of night, down by the river, four hooded horsemen stopped by the fences at Dan's Bank. " Hey there", called out the leading horsemen, " have you all got you some permissions to be putting up these banners and such?" In the darkness of the old trees, such as they now were, the tall dark stranger spat out a plug of black tobacco, and loosened the Winchester in it's holster.

" Hey Gringi, I'm talking to you" called the hooded rider with increasing menace...

" Y'all just small fry and I'll post on any lumps I've a mind to!" replied the tall stranger in a calm voice.........



..........over to you Dave

[tina]

Evan Marple Park was not very nice as a person was shouting about stopping the supermarket ... 

Just then, into the Derby Way Saloon strode Evan 'Marple' Park, who was not very nice as a person.  The piano player stopped mid-way through 'It Takes Two to Tesco'.  'I've got a message for you' said Evan. 'We gotta stop this supermarket'.  The tall dark stranger turned quietly to the barman and said 'gimme two fingers of bourbon'.  There was an uneasy silence. Suddenly, the doors swung open again.  It was Miss Marple, the most glamorous gal in town.  'Hey there boys' giggled Miss M  'which of you's gonna sign mah petition today then?'   As quick as lightening, the tall dark stranger pulled out his Colt 45, took aim and shot Evan Park four times.  'Oh no, you shot him' screamed Miss M. 'How many times have I told you not to shoot the messenger'. 

Very funny Dave... You have out done pink Panthers pidgeon poem!

[Rachael]

 

Very good Dave !!

[Dave]

Evan Marple Park was not very nice as a person was shouting about stopping the supermarket ... 

Just then, into the Derby Way Saloon strode Evan 'Marple' Park, who was not very nice as a person.  The piano player stopped mid-way through 'It Takes Two to Tesco'.  'I've got a message for you' said Evan. 'We gotta stop this supermarket'.  The tall dark stranger turned quietly to the barman and said 'gimme two fingers of bourbon'.  There was an uneasy silence. Suddenly, the doors swung open again.  It was Miss Marple, the most glamorous gal in town.  'Hey there boys' giggled Miss M  'which of you's gonna sign mah petition today then?'   As quick as lightening, the tall dark stranger pulled out his Colt 45, took aim and shot Evan Park four times.  'Oh no, you shot him' screamed Miss M. 'How many times have I told you not to shoot the messenger'. 

[moorendman]

This thread has left a song a ringi through my head:

" I lening on a lump  post, at the corner of the strete incase a sertin littel ladee goes by, oh me , oh fry...."


Is Derby way now the set for a Clint Eastwood film? Are there tumbleweeds blowing down Hollins Lane? In this lawless town, a dark stranger pushes open the swing doors of the Golden Plate Saloon, " I hope you aint lookin for trouble Mister" said the barman, " you aint welcome in here with your Tesco bag..."..............

[Belle Star]

Maple did look like a very lawless place, with all the fry posters being illegally put up on lump posts, and the big banner on public land (most likely without the needed planning permissions) at the bottom of Dans Bank.

Just for the record, the land where the banner is situated is private land and permission was gladly given by the owner.

I guess today's fry poster is tomorrow's fish and chip wrapping.   

Dave, it's not often you make me smile!