Boutport Street is burning, Boutport Street is burning baby can't you see

Babylon may have been burning but now it's Boutport Street's turn. I read in the Jornal that that eyesore in Boutport Street has finally burnt down For years now it has been covered up by a load of skanky old timber which to my mind was only good for burning. They must have used RGB;s finest off cuts. A few years ago they did try and do something with it by painting a mural that spelled out Barnstaple and used some weird and wonderful lettering. At the time it went some ways to brightening up that corner however over the years the paint peeled, and the mural faded and recently it has looked bloody grotty. Infact, that whole corner is a bleddy disgrace. It's dirty. You'd think that the Post Office would do something about it as their building is right next door and that's also a dingy hole. Of course, some ill planned early seventies architecture doesn't help. Webber's keep up their frontage but the rest of the building on the Boutport Street/ Queens Street corner should be pulled down. Mind you before the recession they were going to do that and build us a mini Cabot's Circus however it all looked good on paper but so far nothing has happened and the area just gets grottier and grottier. I ain't a snob and am probably the last one to comment but there always seems to be a gaggle of Barnstaple more shabbier looking citizens congregating on that corner. At this time of year you get extended families all pushchairs, yowling kids, large ladies with great sunburned mottled arms, lanky bare-chested lads sporting obligatory baseball caps straining to keep some manky devil dog mongrel hound on the leash and stick thin, ivory pale, prematurely wizened looking young women all gathered about passing around a packet of baccy. This everyday scene is usually topped off by the crazy Glaswegian beggar with the bike lying sprawled against the mural directly adjacent to Barclay's cash point. Ah, well it takes all types to make a town.