St. Evenage
Never
underestimate the power of Stevenage Town Centre for lowering your morale.
I was only there
for an hour this afternoon, which was still enough time to create a negative
impact. It’s just so bleak. I swear it didn’t used to be like this; when I grew
up there, I was its biggest defender, but I may have been looking through the
rose-tinted spectacles of youth. Whatever the case, there’s been a definite
decline; what was once an aspiring new town is now the sort of place to avoid
eye contact at all costs. God forbid you ever stand out.
The main thing
going against it is the logistics; where was the sense in building the town
centre so far away from the residential areas? Damn those new town planners.
Damn them to Hell.
Perhaps the most
depressing thing I saw on my visit to Stevenage was the Santa’s Grotto in
Westgate Shopping Centre. Surely no child would be foolish enough to think the
real Santa would set up shop there. Which reminds me indirectly of my favourite
festive equation:
Christmas =
Christ’s volume x Christ’s density