Bye Neil & Carol
As I make my weekly Saturday trip down the street, I find the centre a bustling
thriving place. This is the last day for newsagents Neil and Carol, who are
moving on after 20 years in the town; I prefer their shop because it is
welcoming, and also because they knock money of periodicals and amazingly
undercut the two main supermarkets. It's been a pleasure shopping with the
couple, and I wish them well.
The scaffolding has been up around the
dismantling old building for so long, I wonder if they will need planning
permission soon as a permanent structure. It can't do the town many favours,
having it boarded off so long with dire danger signs on it. It was above that
area that the scourge of my life, dentist Mr Girffith (whose wife Yvoone, I
think, taught me RI at Swinton Comprehensive). I ran away from his gas and
pliers one time too many, and my mam said she would never go with me again, and
she didn't - I had to face my demons myself and go willingly, alone. As a child,
a visit to Mr Griffith was always followed by a visit to the bouncy-floored
Woolworths for a toy, my gums bleeding. If only you could tell a kid that too
many midget gems will wreak havoc with their teeth, I would be a happier person
now, and have more teeth probably...
Published Date:
06/04/2007
Modified Date:
06/04/2007