A HAPPY New Year to one and all. Let’s for once forget those resolutions and look at what most of us would like to see in this great town of hours during 2015.
I’d like to see the almost derelict property opposite the station given a complete facelift.
I’d like to see moves to bring some professional entertainment to our town.
I’d like to see the boarded up Grimes Arcade on King Street improved. It’s a dead eyesore.
I would like to see an imaginative new home found for the huge stone coat of arms which graced the top of the now demolished town hall.
I’d like to see some of Wigan’s old bone-shaker buses replaced.
I’d like to see an end to the verbal brawling in Wigan Council Chamber.
I’d like to see a giant illuminated Christmas tree at the top of town this year.
What would you like to see – or not see – in the town during this new year? Email me at email@example.com or drop me a line here at Martland Mill Lane, Wigan. WN5 OLX
SIT back. Relax and don’t yet give a thought to that New Year diet as you digest these fascinating and sometimes mind-boggling facts:
On average, every square mile of sea on the planet contains 46,000 pieces of rubbish.
The average person walks the equivalent of three times round the world in a lifetime.
It is most likely to be raining at 7am and least likely at 3am.
A single bolt of lightning contains enough energy to cook 100,000 pieces of toast.
Light travels 18 million times faster than rain.
You are one per cent shorter in the evening than in the morning.
The ozone layer smells faintly of geraniums.
Humans share 50 per cent of our DNA with bananas.
Twenty per cent of all your bones are in your feet.
Japan has a network of roads that play music as you drive over them.
The first computer mouse was made of wood.
A nightingale’s song can be louder than a chain saw.
If the sun was scaled down to the size of a white blood cell, the Milky Way galaxy would be the size of the United States.
Mosquitoes have killed more humans than all the wars in history combined.
THE still and quiet hours in the darkness of a new Christmas Day in Shevington. Maybe some kiddies are already stirring into life.
Then the still quiet festive atmosphere is shattered by what seems like an enormous explosion at our local Co-op shop.
The reason is simple – it’s been ram-raided.
Lots of locals who don’t have cars – and many who do – rely on the Co-op. It’s a lifeline. And the place has just undergone a massive refurbishment.
On the morning of Boxing Day, realising I was out of pickles (again) I thought a refreshing totter to the Co-op would do me good after the gastronomic excesses of the previous day. The day I ate all the pickles.
Arriving, the door was boarded up and a notice flapping in the breeze announced the supermarket would be closed until further noticed.
I was sad. But even sadder that I was unable to get the pickles.
With some people it’s chocolate. Me – it’s pickles.
It was good to know that the ram-raiders – obviously aiming for the auto cash dispenser near the door – failed miserably and escaped with a few packets of cigs.
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