My long overdue follow ups sequal, taking the form of a another long winded moan, a bit facetious in places

Recently called in at the gallery building in bradford centenery square housing the immpressions gallery and the one gallery. Based on past experience its a place usually worth calling in on account of the regular photographic projects showing at the immpressions gallery and i more often than not find myself constantly engaged by the aspirationional range of exhibitions on offer at the one gallery. On this day however i walked up to the entrance of the immpressions gallery to be halted by a barricade of cardboard boxes, with the added benefit of an officious looking man in case you were in any doubt that it was shut. This left me no choice but venture into the one gallery where i found a room full of signed rugby memrobilia behind greecy glass. A sea of cheap nylon plastic leather and mishandled trophys all assembled in the name of nostalga and packaged with all the enthusiasm of a disregarded hope. Not an inherenty poor choice of theme i must add and what made this resurection of a working mens clubs team trophy room all the less bearable was my discovery of brass mounting brackets which had received a glancing encounter with a white paintbrush. Not the first time i have witnessed such offences and whats more the bradford gallerys are serial offenders in this regard.