My stepfather was the manager of the Grange Hotel and I used to live there until I got married. My bedroom was overlooking Charing Cross and I used to spend hours just watching the never ending stream of shoppers and business people pass below my window, also there were two public houses in view fom my window and this provided some entertainment at times. I found it extremely handy living at the Grange as all the shops one could require were at my doorstep. The continuous noise of a busy traffic thoroughfare was hardly noticable after a while (in fact when my stepfather moved to pub in Wallasey Village my mum couldn't sleep because of the lack of it). Sadly the Grange is no more, it fell into disrepair and was considered dangerous and succumbed to fast food industry, and changed its name to McDonalds.
A memory shared byon Jun 29th, 2009.
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