Yes, yes, I’m cheating. This isn’t from a listing; it’s from a press release announcing a listing. Sorry, but I don’t think the actual listing is on-line. But this is my blog! I’m the only person here! I can do whatever I like! Just like you could, if you lived in a secret lair under London.
(Found on Metafilter.)
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It would be like playing pool inside of a giant urethra.[aura]
Oh, man. My inner geek is swooning with real-estate infatuation.
Glad to see they were able to repurpose the engine room from Star Trek Enterprise.
You are mad with power and I love it
Nice one, it was worth putting up.
“complete with snooker tables”
What is a snooker table!?
It’s a table for snooking on.
Pardon me, Sara, but the correct verbiage would be “a table on which to snook”.
Ending a sentence with a preposition is something up of which we will not put, y’know.
That said … I. Want. This. Place.
And for some reason, the combination of long corridors with highly polished floors and the donning of cotton socks keep coming into my mind …
That is the cheapest square footage you’re likely to ever see in London. How cool would it be to live there? You could pretend to be James Bond every day!
Two words “roller skating” not blades not boards this was made way before there time skates it is.
Coolest. Listing. Ever.
Someone is going to buy this and do something phenomenal with it. At least I hope so.
Stuart: Polished floors & cotton socks…Don't DO it, man! Says the lady who was once taken to the hospital for an eight inch splinter! (Imagine my chagrine when they cut off the sock and found no blood. Yay callouses. The babysitter was pissed. So were my parents when they got back.)
I had read that the tunnels under London were going to be for sale and wondered what that could posibly mean…I did not picture this.
Remember remember the fifth of November.
I love it!