Goings-on
I also note that Channers, that oddly ill-conceived coffee shop that opened one day without anyone noticing and never seemed to get off the ground, has gone. It's now labelled "Sonias Deli Cafe," but further than that I know nothing. The shutters were down - maybe it's not open yet.
Katja has just reminded me of something else. She writes:
I walked on Sunday past the premises of now closed "Alamo - Texican restaurant" and noticed that there is few empty deli counters inside, however there was no other indication what is going to happen to the place. Perhaps we are getting new deli?
It could be a new cafe - the kitchens would support coffee, cakes and sandwiches. Let's just hope it's not the same company that's done the last two eateries on that spot...
One more thing. That new layout around the memorials in the front of Devonport House. There's now a pair of (shut) wide vehicle-entry gates at the east end of it, by the bus stop. Am I right in thinking they've removed this:

...to do that? And was that allowed? Or did they just do it? Maybe I'm paranoid - and admittedly I was on the bus at the time and didn't get a good look, but I got the feeling it's not there any more. Can anyone put my mind at ease?
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Oh freaaaaky. I should have called this post "Spooky Goings On." I just went past the Old Friends and the grilles were all back again - as though they had never come off. I surely didn't DREAM that it was back in business.
Or did I? Did I go through some strange timeslip to the days when Alvin was still spinning the platters on a Saturday night and I should 'Love or Leave' Eng-er-land?
How sad does that make me? I'm fantasising about the Old Friends Publib House. I need therapy...
If you mean the stone gates by the bus stop on the main road, then they are still there . If you dont then I'm lost.
As to the Alamo when I went past there was some geezer in a furry hat shouting about no one being able to make him leave his beloved Texican.
Yes - I just went past again - the gate's still there - they've just removed the little ironthing on the top.
How strange about the man in the furry hat. Do you think he was some long-lost gold prospector who'd heard there were mines in Diamond Terrace?
He looked a bit like a Mr D Crockett from out west, an' mighty fired up like a spring skunk not being able to get his microwaved enchilladas an'all.
Can you tell I'm having an unproductive day at the drawing board today?
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