The old market.

Used to love a trip into town, and my favourite place was the old market. Through Boots, across the bridge, and a race down the spiral. St Johns to the left was always busy, and then the atmosphere began. I'd vary my route each time I was there, but more often than not it would be the main isle. The fish market to the right was always worth a visit, but I headed for the sarsaparilla stall......5p for a glass of my favourite drink, then off to the broken biscuit stall. I'd spend a good hour wandering down every alleyway, up down and all around just looking and wishing I could ever afford that pair of jeans, or that Sex Pistols LP? I took in the sites and sounds, and every different change in smell round each corner. You got to know everyone, they rarely changed, but the characters that frequented our town have long gone, where are the people that make our community?  Locked away! It's a sad indictment of the way our world is heading, I ask where we are heading? We're becoming more insular, and the pubs closing does not help.All the weird and wonderful souls have gone, and we're becoming automatons, doing as we are told, when we are told. At this point in our history, we have no excuse not to act, we have the tools, and the knowledge. The thing is, we will leave it too late