by Bruno » Fri Nov 30, 2012 9:16 pm
I had a bedsitter in Colebrook Street in the early '70's, and the eggs in the frying pan slid gracefully east to west then. There was a large Alsatian dog on the top floor that sometimes made it to the street to relieve itself. Mostly, it didn't. Decades later I sent the fruit of my loins to the Academy. That is the school, by the way, not the pub of the same name next door. Fine school; polite children. Is it possible that the cleaning lady was, shall we say, a leetle jaundiced? Anyway, mixed feelings for me re the demolition - it is a little symptomatic of the growing social distance today. Perhaps it was better when we all lived on top of one another.