I feel the media has overlooked the fine service the new arcade in South Street is providing for the town’s narcotics-lovers.
A vigorous game of air hockey soon turns into seven or eight rounds, by which time most of the ten quid I had nicked for a bag of smack is long gone.
Instead, I exchange my methadone-green prize tickets for a lovely polystyrene glider and have literally minutes of fun, walking home satisfied.
If only every town had such a facility, heroin and crack would be a thing of the past!
J Elliot, Browns Square