Hmmm. Well, one of its rooms was the men's toilet, you know. Some evidence of that remains. Fortunately it has not been used as a toilet for a long time and therefore does not smell like poo.
There's, um, some peeling paint. But hey, there are also some wooden frames that can easily be used for large storage shelves!
Here's a bigger look at the second room, the actual-men's-toilet room. Haven't shown this room on the blog yet because . . . you know. Urinal.
We scraped the peeling paint off the ceilings.
We scraped the peeling paint off the walls. It came away in huge shavings and created mountains of dust.
Chris swept up after the scraping. The dust was apocalyptic. This was the third sweeping.
Look at what I didn't inhale by wearing a face mask! After a day of work in the studio I took my company (that would be Chris) to the Roadhouse for some beers. Yeah! That place is about 100 yards from my building! Good times!