For Bolton, a town “up North”. These “uncreative” poems reflect my views only and are the result of a 20 min walk down the high street & The Market Place shopping mall. They’re not intended as criticism, but as an insight into Bolton’s people through it’s shops, walker-byes and town centre. The feeling of hopelessness and recession was palpable, at least to me.
Bolton has: Large casinos and betting shops Hot Diggidi Dogs A kitten on a leash Gilrs in skimpy tops Rubbish-strewn roads Plenty of empty shops A Costa, a Nero and Starbucks, the usual stuff Bolton doesn't have: 24 degrees in the sun An expensive lingerie shop Anything posh A Rymans Many young people A decent pub!