Bury Market, never will you find the more wretched hive of **** and villainy. Obi Wan got it spot on. It’s difficult to work out whether the stench of fish is that of the fish stalls or the local population.
The Rock in Bury – fat families wander from Poundtown to Poundco.com on their weekly shopping visit before going into Millgate, supposedly a modern shopping centre, but still the sad, stuck in the past cess pit it always was. Then onto the interchange to catch the bus home. A very cosmopolitan area – glue sniffers, young scud playing truant from school, reprobates riding their bikes and borrowing walkmans from poor Bury Grammar School boys, miserable faces, miserable weather.