I was a mechanic at Barton's, Huntingdon St in the early 70s and I have fond memories of the bus station across the road. We always had a few buses parked up there and when we needed to skive off we'd take a needle and thread and go looking for imaginary ripped upholstery, get the head down for an hour. Every lunch time I was across the road to Hughies for the best sausage, egg & tomato sarnies known to man.