In order to accommodate man's seemingly insatiable desire for property (not to mention
John Prescott's desire to bury the entire south east under bricks, concrete and tarmac),
developers are coming up with all sorts of new schemes to build houses in places hitherto
unheard of. "Unheard of" simply because they were alway considered unsuitable.

Oyster Mews is a prime example. This "attractive development" is right in the heart of
Whitstable, within easy walking distance of all the local shops and schools. Sounds ideal.
However, in the quest for "Location, location, location", it falls short on just one aspect:
location.

These are the public loos behind the Ship Centurion. But what's that behind the loos?
Oh my word; it's a house. No; it's lots of houses.

In total, there are nine terraced houses. The caveat that went with any purchase was that the
owners could not have a car parked near the property. Not that that would be possible anyway.
A cul de sac position with a pub and church to the left, a shop to the right and houses backing
on to it. Oh yes; and the PUBLIC TOILETS THAT BUTT UP TO THE FRONT.

Those people that bought numbers 7, 8 or 9 must be so pleased. In order to prevent drunken
yobs peeing on their door, the developers have thoughtfully provided a locked gate. Can you
imagine giving directions to your place if this is where you lived? What was the council thinking
when it gave permission?