General Discussion

I think I may have spotted a business opportunity elsewhere that would work in Dawlish.  As the Natwest building is still closed, I am thinking of opening a MOAN-IN CENTRE in the vacant premises. Where Dawlish folk can pop-in for a good moan or even a good RANT. Booking would be required for serious moaners @ £5/hour and group moaning sessions would be £20/hour.  Booking and payment in advance. Tea or coffee provided FREE. There’ll obviously be a moan box inside for people to moan about the moan shop. What do you think? A goer?

Actually DM if the moaning enterprise you suggest proved successful might you perhaps be tempted to franchise it?

Apparently moaning is an English (and perhaps also a British?) national characteristic so I feel sure there would be a demand for moaning centres throughout the country.

For those interested in moaning rituals and other aspects of English culture a read of "Watching The English - The Hidden Rules of English Behaviour" might prove enlightening and interesting.

Amongst other aspects of English behaviour the author specifically addresses English moaning and English eeyorishness.

ISBN 978-1-444-78520-3

Bit nippy today, isn't it? ( )

The moan shop should be open only for one hour a day , in order to promote further moaning,.

Cars will be obliged to park on the pavement outside, preference will be given to owners of small, yappy uncontrollable dogs and a beggar/ junkie/ wino will be encouraged to be sat outside.

@elvis presley

You left out cyclists cluttering up the footpath or taking up too much room on the road outside. 

They can't get on the path because of the cars.

@Diana Mond - with your past experience on this site i would have to say ur on to a winner with this venture, nice to see you doing something positive for a change.

On reflection, I’ve had second thoughts and realise that Dawlish deserves much better than this. Having to book an appointment to moan is totally unrealistic, and what about when all these new houses are built? Their owners are going to come in and take all the good appointment times. Also, the bottom of Teignmouth Hill is a bit off the beaten track. Will people find it? It's no use relying on the Gazette to publish its whereabouts because they never publish Dawlish news accurately.  I'm not sure Dawlish people will get there in time for these so called 'appointments', especially now we have all the coaches trying to get into Dawlish for the 2018 Summer Olympics.  People will book these slots and then be delayed waiting in traffic and the miss their appointment. What happens then? Do we get priority on new moaning appointment times? I'm concerned that with the dark nights and the council turning off all the lights to save money that we may trip or have a serious accident on our way to the moaning drop-in-centre. That's just typical of our local council - luring us into a drop in centre, where we will be maimed on the way, so they can build over all the parks and fields while we recover in hospital (for which there is no direct bus leaving from outside my house) No! It will never work. Things were better before. 

Back to the drawing board then Mrs C.

For sometime I have felt there are many contributers to this site that get it wrong so it reminded me of the following.

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