Fab time with my pals at Quays

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‘Well, just wow!’ That’s what I said to myself last Sunday as I walked into Gunwharf Quays from the residential entrance.

The sun was shining, the shops, the eateries – it was just visual bedazzlement.

I haven’t been to Gunwharf for about four years. I’d forgotten just how cosmopolitan and fabulous it is.

I was going to my ex- Bunny Girl pal Tina’s 60th birthday bash in the garden of The Old Customs House.

Had a fabbo time.

In the 1970s I wanted floppy ears and a fluffy bobtail, I had the bazoompahs, but at five foot I was too little to be a Bunny Girl.

I live at the other end of the seafront and, returning from glamorous Gunwharf in the taxi, I was saddened passing the dilapidated South Parade Pier and the building site opposite.

What a contrast, eh?