Speculation about turning the Old PO building into a 144 bedroom hotel.
I started my working life in there, 1950, as a telegram Boy.
My dad was a Postman, as was an uncle. My sister was a telephonist.
I also, years later, worked on the counter..
Anyone remember the two big front doors?
One evening at 18.30, closing time, a guy came in snarling, and said, 'Why was that door (pointing left) closed before
six thirty. Guy serving next to me, not a youngster, said, 'When we can get a guy with a thirty foot arm span we'll close them both together'.
The guy looked bemused, and left the building.
I started my working life in there, 1950, as a telegram Boy.
My dad was a Postman, as was an uncle. My sister was a telephonist.
I also, years later, worked on the counter..
Anyone remember the two big front doors?
One evening at 18.30, closing time, a guy came in snarling, and said, 'Why was that door (pointing left) closed before
six thirty. Guy serving next to me, not a youngster, said, 'When we can get a guy with a thirty foot arm span we'll close them both together'.
The guy looked bemused, and left the building.