Once upon a time Rochdale had a bus station that was the envy of nobody,and it was rumoured that even the blind were seen to weep when they had to walk anywhere near it.
It was a place where used needles and comdoms congregated in the stairwells,hanging around as they are want with puddles of urine and the heady stench of weed (I know this as I had to clean said stairwells when I worked in the multi storey car park that sat a top of the staion,and many a Saturday morning was spent handling the atrocities).
Anyone who viewed the old place was left with the feeling that the Architect either hated his job or his life (Or he was Hieronymus Bosch).
Anyway history lesson over,as late last year we got a new bus station,one that has doors so the wind doesn't blow through it,one that has screens that tell you when the next bus is (or isn't) due,one that has a cash machine,and one that at the moment doesn't smell like a Metal Festivals toilets.
At the end of the day it is only a bus station,but unless you ever had to use the old one,you won't have a clue what i'm wittering on about,but believe me,it really was as bad as i've made out.
Hurrah! For new buildings...... read more