I think the main thing that riles me is the way our little town has changed over the years.
Being dragged up in Boston during the 50's and the 60's I have first hand knowledge of the changes ( not always good ) to our little market town.
Perhaps the town centre now resembling the centre of Prague, Warsaw or Moscow, twangs the nostalgia strings.
Over the years various councils and planners have decimated our heritage. My pet hate being the scar that is John Adams way, that has split the town down the middle.
I yearn for the typical Saturdays of my youth. Morning spent at the leo Saturday club at the old Odeon cinema. Then down west st to Jimmy Ward for a Sarsaparilla ( I think this is correct spelling). Then home for fish and chips ( dad owned a chip shop ) then join another 2,000 souls down Shoddy's Lane.
I yearn for Sharpes fruit and veg delivery via horse and cart. I yearn for collecting coke from the gas works in an old pram. I yearn for the caffs that seemed to be on every street corner, Rosies caff, Spic and Span, Cherry corner , The beacon and even Tony's caff. I yearn for the livestock market on a Wednesday. I yearn for the pop factory. I even yearn for old Sargent Flynn the bobby who used to clip me around the ear. Saturday nights at the best venue in the country ( The Glider ).
I am not racist, but I think something as to be done to stem the flow of migrant workers, this town is not big enough, that is a fact.