Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Random Norfolk - Gasometer

32 comments:

Alifan said...

That brought back some memories, do you remember the one near the quay? or were you too young?

dive said...

Of course I remember! Sheesh!
This one's in Yarmouth. I like all the needlessly decorative touches and the faux classical columns. These days they'd never allow such expensive design features to creep in to such a functional object, more's the pity.

Vic said...

Wow! I've seen a couple of these but don't know what they are actually for? Back in the days of living in Farmerdale there was one that got torn down for a shopping centre. I always wanted to see that peice of land turned into a park with that thing being a 360 degree stage.

Speedway said...

It's proportions look like the fuel storage tanks we have here, but your's is much prettier, in its way. What an odd duck.

dive said...

Vic, back in the olden days when I was a lad these were used to store town gas (stinky stuff made from coal that was great if you wanted to top yourself by sticking your head in the oven) that was then piped to houses; these days the few remaining gasometers are used to regulate the pressure in natural gas pipes.

The structures can indeed be things of beauty. This one is almost like a tiny Coliseum. It would make a great space for theatre in the round, the only problem being that it is in Great Yarmouth (see posts passim), home of burger-gorging morons who wouldn't know theatre if it bit them on their fat asses. It's a horrendous cultural desert.

This is Victorian, Speedway. back then, civic works buildings were designed by architects to be both beautiful and functional. These days, profit is all and if a thing costs a penny more to make it look beautiful it will stay ugly.

dive said...

Er … and Speedway; what in the name of all that's decent are you doing up and about at this hour? It's four in the morning where you are!

savannah said...

Was the gas stored in the pipes? I'll have to find a picture and explanation, sugar! xoxoxo

dive said...

Savannah, the thing expands and contracts like a balloon depending on the pressure and amount of gas it holds. Picture the black bit at the bottom going all the way to the top and you can imagine it at full capacity. This one is running at about thirty percent full.
xoxoxo

Speedway said...

A giant gas bladder? Cool! Something both lacy and useful? Sounds like a bra. I sense a new mission coming on as we have no bladders over here that I know of. Oops, wait a minute, maybe we do, only they're spewing ALL the time!

I was up because I tend to sleep 3-4 hours, wake up to read and write a bit, then sleep another 2-3. This morning I checked my post because I'd screwed it up the night before.

WV: boorinti = clique of "burger-gorging morons who wouldn't know theatre if it bit them on their fat asses."

dive said...

Hee hee, Speedway!
I'm glad I'm not the only one who wakes up in the middle of the night and heads straight for the interweb.
My problem is "sleep-buying" … I keep getting crap in the post that I've ordered online in the middle of the night. Sheesh!
"Boorinti" is now in my vocab.

Margaret said...

Looks like a crown, doesn't it? Not really sure what a gasometer is. Thanks for your comment on my blog. Starting on p. 76 is a good idea. It's the middle of a book that is the hardest to sustain.

dive said...

It does indeed look rather crown-like, Margaret.
Nice to see you over here; I've been a lurker on your blog for a long time now, thanks to Petrea.

Full said...

You must have some images of the two most famous gasometers in the country.
The ones next to the Oval cricket ground.

dive said...

I wish … Unlike you, I never got to the Oval; all our corporate events were held at Lords. Still spiffy though.

neetzy said...

I love it! It makes me happy!

dive said...

It would make me a lot happier if we still designed things to be beautiful, rather than cheap and disposable, Neetzy.
Just look at those columns … nicely proportioned plinths and capitals and the column diameters reducing with each storey. Nobody would pay for stuff like that on an industrial gas tank today.
Shame on the world for putting profit before beauty.

Ms M said...

It does look like a crown. And I'm sorry, too, that they don't add beauty to the designs of utilitarian things anymore. It's a shame how many of us have lost a sense of the value of beauty within design.

neetzy said...

I know, but function does not have to be ugly. This is an amazing example of finding beauty in an otherwise "ugly" thing.

dive said...

Ms.M, we designers still design beautiful things, but when it comes to build them the client always looks for savings and beauty is invariably the first thing to go.

Neetzy, modern design can be beautiful but it rarely is, especially in public works buildings like this.

Robyn Martins said...

Hey look. A quidditch field!

dive said...

Hahahahaha! I think I can guess who was out at the Harry Potter movie last night.

Petrea Burchard said...

I like it as a crown. I'd wear it. But I'm not sure "Queen of Gas" is the title I'm looking for.

Although my WV is "asolcry." I'll let you decide what my title should be.

dive said...

Queen of gas! Hahahahaha. Well, that's the mood set for my day, thank you Petrea.
I think with the weight of that crown you'd more likely be queen of migraines.

Volmon said...

Industrial Gothic at its best, Dive.

Petrea Burchard said...

I'm already the Migraine Queen, no crown necessary, but thanks. I suppose one title is enough.

dive said...

Hi, Lucio. Great to see you. I hope all is well in your world.

OW! You have my sympathies, Petrea.

Volmon said...

All is well, Dive. I'll have to read back over your blog to find out what you've been up to over the past year or so.

dive said...

Good to hear, Lucio.
I finally gave up on the trains so I only get to London about once a month now. Other than that, my life is the usual mess.

Volmon said...

Mine too. ... In other words, nothing's changed.

dive said...

Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose …

Volmon said...

Spiro spero.

dive said...

Ah, the optimism of youth.