One horse town – but where's the bus?
MURIEL Barrett's letter (Your Say, November 19) was a joy to read.
If she is having a laugh at the incompetence of Plymouth ever thinking it is a city of culture, she isn't the only one.
I wish to agree wholeheartedly with her on transport alone – and not just coming into Plymouth from outside.
Last year I saw a lecture of interest in the Peninsula Arts Centre and decided to buy a ticket. The lecture finished around 8pm and I was stupidly mistaken the buses would run from North Hill to Laira quite regularly. I was wrong. On leaving the lecture hall I saw the number 8 bus leave the stop. Having just missed it I was prepared for a wait but I ended up hanging around in the cold for over an hour. I was so chilled through I had to take a week off work sick with a chest infection. It would have been quicker to walk home, had I known the irregularity of the buses, although whether I would have been safe or not is a another matter. This is a city that literally comes to a halt after 6pm. It's a one-horse town and the horses are all out to grass.
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There is too much obsession with the Theatre Royal being the start and finish of cultural life in the city; people can't seem to see beyond that place and I've yet to see a memorable show there. The performing arts are part of culture but by no means all of it.
DENISE WARREN
Laira
Comments
by CityCyclops
Tuesday, November 27 2012, 7:28PM
“Ah - so in that case then Vinnie - you are one of those who comes in from outside throwing his weight around. There are no doubt a few threadbare local yacht clubs who would appreciate your higher rate tax donations and snivel around your muffin top accordingly. Evidently .... you have never had to wait for a bus - or anything in life for that matter - and are far removed from what Plymouth is all about. Penthouses are never far from a bus route anyway. Good luck! Don't expect the rest of us to jump to your sneering attention.”
by Vinnie_Gar
Saturday, November 24 2012, 4:29PM
“City Cyclops
You know so much about me, I'll just fill you in on the details.
"Plymuff cheap chav" - not from Plymouth and rather refined.
"boy" - A long time ago
"racer" - Advanced driver
"souped up car" - It's rather dull.
"on benefits" - Never drawn a penny in benefits and I'm a higher rate tax payer.
The buses to where I live are pretty good at night. The only downside of any public transport is having to share space with people like you. Ok big nose?”
by CityCyclops
Saturday, November 24 2012, 2:02PM
“Vinny Gar sadly sounds like a typical Plymuff cheap chav who has never had to wait for a bus in his life to get from A to B because he's either a boy racer in a souped up car or is on benefits so doesn't have to be anywhere else on time. Some programmed events DO over-run even by the best plans. I've been in a similar situation to the letter writer and Plymouth is a dead loss at night. Not everyone owns cars or wants to pay the parking fees if they do. The only culture in Plymouth is the mould growing in neglected fruit.”
by Vinnie_Gar
Saturday, November 24 2012, 7:49AM
“I don't know about anyone else but, if I'm going to use buses at a time or place I'm unfamiliar with then I check the timetables. That seems an obvious thing to do.
The letter writer says she was "stupidly mistaken".
I think she should remove "ly mistaken" from that phrase to give a more accurate description of her actions.”
by Lefkos
Friday, November 23 2012, 7:10PM
“Plymouth is a really strange city at night. Everyone is assumed to have a car or actually want to drive a car and it's not always the case. An old school friend of mine who has lived in London since qualifying for medical training, came back to Plymouth last Christmas for the first time in years. She was utterly appalled at the lack of public transport around Plymouth in the evening and said that Royal Parade bus stops were populated by yelling drunks or hobos begging for money. She said she felt scared for the first time in years and that is someone who is used to street life in London.”