IT HARDLY seems a week ago that I was having a wee in Mill Street when a massive explosion made me almost evacuate myself.
One poor soul, whoever it may be, was killed by the explosion that toppled a three storey house and other houses nearby will have to be demolished too.
The first big explosion happened at 16:45 and was soon followed by a series, a very regular series, of smaller explosions.
All credit to the emergency services – within 10 minutes a fleet of fire engines, ambulances and police cars shattered the normally quiet atmosphere (some mistake?) of this quiet backwater (eh? Ed.)
The fallout from the explosion’s been considerable. Quite a number of the folk living in Gibbs Crescent have had to have been re-housed, all over the shop.
We suppose that Gibbs Crescent was probably a council estate until HMG mandated that they should all be sold off to either the tenants or to a Housing Association – in this case an outfit called Dominion.
There’s a considerable degree of community spirit here in Mill Street – it’s one of the things I like about living here. Everyone, OK not quite everyone, chips in.
Shame the Kite has temporarily closed its doors until it re-opens as the Porterhouse sometime in the summer – it would have been nice for folk to gather there – that is if they could have got into Mill Street.
They couldn’t because of the police cordon as the emergency geezers struggled to contain the catastrophe.
