The Land That Time Forget
Friends and Readers, if you have some spare time and wish to shop locally why not try ScotMid in Crewe Road North, I did and lived to tell the tale.
I wandered into ScotMid one afternoon making my way round that maze of steel fencing giving our wholesome ScotMid that P.O.W camp look. On entering said premises I was met by a lady with a sleeping bag under her arm, when I asked her why she had such an item she told me that it takes so long to get served in this place I brought my bed with me just in case. I am sure she was just pulling my leg.
So as I sauntered down the aisles I had to be careful at the produce because it was almost jumping out at me or in this case falling on me because it was so badly packed. On joining the longish queue I noticed the staff happily chatting amongst themselves and the heavy breath of frustration coming from the ever increasing queue. I turned my head and noticed the security guard reading the Edinburgh advertiser somebody remarked behind me thats the third time he has read that paper while I have been in this queue, i wondered what that said about the quality of the paper or the length of the queue.
Anyway as I played with time I eventually got served and made my way out of the store only to be met by a stack of unused lottery slips possibly the remenants of some punters dreams, and up to the post office I did go to join yet another queue. On entering the post office I met the  lady with the sleeping bag, she turned round to greet me with that look of queueing fatigue in her eyes. Ah well she said it is nice to know some things never change.
So in this modern era of crooks, cheats, conmen and of course consultants, be comforted in the thought that the new residents of the Waterfront Wevelopment will miss out in these little pleasures of life, while the residents of the Crewes can continue to revel in the caring, sharing shops of Crewe Road North.