Not wanting to throw a porcupine into a balloon factory and stir up a bit of controversy, but having looked at the plans for the new town centre layout, I agree with those who think it is a daft idea to move the Diesel Alley bus centre around the corner into Cornfield Road and would much rather see it behind the Arndale Centre in Ashford Road. Stagecoach Buses is keen for a single file lane through the current bus precinct in Terminus Road with all of the buses heading in to Cornfield Road, which will no doubt be great for traders there. But bearing in mind that buses will be stacked up like dominoes all the way up the road in both directions waiting to go through in single file, wouldn’t it be far better for them to turn left at the station into Ashford Road to drop shoppers off there? And then Diesel Alley can finally be pedestrianised.
There’s still 19 days until the big fella in the red suit comes but the Christmas shopping madness has started already. Or at least it had in Tesco in Lottbridge Drove on Tuesday lunchtime when I lost 45 minutes of my life I will never get back. It was mobbed in there and while it’s normally those last couple of days before Christmas Eve when people start spending jingle they haven’t got and cramming food into their trollies as though the world is coming to an end, they were getting into practice this week. I almost came to blows with one man over the last box of Roses and it was handbags at dawn between myself and a woman both vying for the final bottle of half price Prosecco. I gave her a look that made it only too clear that a force of darkness never seen before would be unleashed in her direction should I lose and it was only when I was half way down the pet food aisle I realised I had walked off with someone else’s trolley and lost mine. When an elderly gent called me Pam and asked how my varicose veins were it reminded me why I hate shopping and love home delivery. Ho, ho, ho.