Benedict Cumberbatch has angered neighbours by applying for planning permission to erect a supershed at the back of his north London property. Cumberbatch and his family are yet to move in, but locals have accused him of “over-developing”, saying giant sheds should not be built in conservation areas.
All I can say is that it’s a cruel, unusual and perhaps foolhardy person who dares to come between a man and his giant shed. Indeed, in recent times, supersheds have become status objects for men and women alike. Who knows what Cumberbatch was planning – office space, a creative haven, perchance a beanbag-strewn zen-den for the kids?
That last option was my idea for our shed. It was only moderately “super”, but the plans I had – the visions! I was a veritable Christopher Wren of the felt roof and chipboard partition.
A few years later and the shed is full of rusting tools, mouldering stuffed toys and leaves that have blown in. In short, if Cumberbatch isn’t allowed his shed, he shouldn’t grieve too deeply. It would seem that getting planning permission for a supershed is one thing; doing what you planned to do with the shed is quite another.
