Getting tanked...
Like some huge maggot this attenuation tank awaits its burial; when I was a kid this was the bus station in Stockport, there were no buildings or shelters, just stands with poles displaying the bus numbers and puddles with rainbows of oil on their surface. In the centre, behind the scaffolding, can be seen one of Stockport's several underground streams, briefly escaping from its brick culvert; is this the Tin Brook- I don't know.
The magnificently restored Plaza Theatre looks disdainfully down on whatever horrors will emerge. To the right the remains of the multi-story pub (was it once the Wellington Inn?) continues to moulder away, just as it has for 30 years or more; at one time it was "imaginatively" re-named "Ups and Downs" and played
disco music so loud that potential customers with any sense left, before they even tasted the watered-down weasel-piss beer.
Getting tanked...
Like some huge maggot this attenuation tank awaits its burial; when I was a kid this was the bus station in Stockport, there were no buildings or shelters, just stands with poles displaying the bus numbers and puddles with rainbows of oil on their surface. In the centre, behind the scaffolding, can be seen one of Stockport's several underground streams, briefly escaping from its brick culvert; is this the Tin Brook- I don't know.
The magnificently restored Plaza Theatre looks disdainfully down on whatever horrors will emerge. To the right the remains of the multi-story pub (was it once the Wellington Inn?) continues to moulder away, just as it has for 30 years or more; at one time it was "imaginatively" re-named "Ups and Downs" and played
disco music so loud that potential customers with any sense left, before they even tasted the watered-down weasel-piss beer.