Once upon a time almost everywhere there was a bus station and a shopping precinct.
Built in the Sixties from concrete and optimism.
Once upon a time almost everywhere there wasn’t a bus station and a shopping precinct.
Partially demolished, partially rebuilt, replaced by a new kind of optimism.
Peopled with a new kind of people.
Where will the old type of people go?
Over a number of years I visited the site and recorded its sad demise, heartlessly tinned-up, unloved, windswept and almost devoid of hope.
No more tea and toast in Tony’s Café.
No more nothing.
No more.
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Tony’s cafe where he did breakfasts, fish and chips and other things in there i loved going in as well as the other café what was in the bus station, good times they were
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Remember back in 1977… knee high to a grasshopper… waiting for a bus to Nana’s with me Mun.(Dividy Road).
Saw an awesome tall punk rocker… tall too was the ginger dyed mohawk. Wish I had a camera to capture & share image. A memory that I will always remember… oh yes and that smell of the always popular café.
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