When I was a teenager in Stafford the place to hang about was outside Boots the chemist in the Market Square which has a canopy so one can avoid the inevitable rain-drops as well. It seems in the Eighties the youngsters had moved down to Marks and Spencers as they were obviously upwardly mobile. However life might be short and sweet for the unwary because buses like PMT ECW bodied Leyland Olympian No.739 had to do a shap turn here as they headed for the X60 terminus at the railway station. If the sun was not strong enough at least the bus exhaust got those white English legs brown.
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