Imagine driving home, dreaming of your sofa, only to find your local multi-story has suddenly turned into a giant concrete ghost. It’s a bit like arriving at a party only to find the host has fled the country. The twenty-nine affected sites are now locked up tighter than a miser’s wallet. The company hasn’t vanished entirely, but it’s definitely limping away with its tail between its exhaust pipes.
Why did this happen? Well, apparently, the price of a “premium” parking spot next to a Greggs wasn’t covering the bills. It turns out people got wise to paying £45 to park for a meeting that could have been an email. Shocking, I know. The pandemic did a number on city center parking, and NCP just couldn’t find reverse gear fast enough.
What Happens to Your Car Now?
If you’re thinking, “I left my car there last week, is it now a permanent exhibit in a museum of regret?”—relax. Most of these car parks are not sprinting to the moon. They’re just closed for business, and existing monthly pass holders are getting refunds. Think of it less as your car being impounded and more like it’s on an unexpected, unpaid holiday.
The real fun is for the folks who bought a monthly pass. They now have the unique pleasure of calling a bureaucrat to ask, “Where do I put my Ford Fiesta now?” It’s like your gym membership being canceled because the gym’s roof caved in, but with more concrete dust and fewer protein shakes. Pro tip: Do not try to reason with the automatic ticket machine; it won’t understand your pain.
NCP collapse triggers wave of car park closures across Britain - London
