Over to Paignton this afternoon.
While Haze was in the Dolls House shop I had a nosey around t’ area.
The Pocket Bookshop. Just about to become defunct.
I bought slim volumes of European poets here back in the early 90’s.
But the shelves are almost empty. It’ll soon be closing down. Yet another little independent bookshop done for by Amazon.
Here is Angela’s
Angela will make alterations to your trousers legs for you. Just the trousers (not the legs) And iron your stripy office shirts nice and crisp. Mind you I’ve never set foot, or will ever set foot, in a shop like Angela’s. Hence why I’ve got trousers half way up me legs and shirts that look like crumpled dusters.
Another reason why you might have to go to Angela’s and get your trousers regirthed is if you frequent Pie and Mash places like this too often.
The Pie and Mash Meal Deal: Plain mince Pie with 2 scoops of Mash for a fiver. Not the healthiest meal deal in the world (and if the online reviews are anything to go by not especially tasty either; small dry pie and powdery mash)
The woman sat in front of the Pie and Mash shop has just nipped in and requisitioned a pie for the refueling of her voluminous self. It’s possible she’s consumed a significant amount of Pie on numerous other occasions.
As I got back to Winner Street a lovely Faerie Lady was emerging from the Dolls House Shop (who doesn’t consume significant amounts of Pie)
Swinging her bags of miniatures. Bought off old Terry. He even threw in a nice box gratis. Nice one Tel.
So there you are. A few snapshots of Paigntons backend. A poignant pathos hangs over and around these sad little run down shops. Like a stagnant gas.