Ring out, you celebratory bells
How do you top a story about cigarette packet giraffes? Like this.
Tram 3007. It does exist. I’ve just seen it. There I was, on a 36 bus stopped at traffic lights by the Portico Library, looking out in hope as I always do as a yellow tram noses into view. Months of tram-spotting, of the frustration of seeing first 3006 and then 3008, finally rewarded – and an embarrassingly audible gasp emitted – as the number became visible. Imagine my giddiness.
Get out there, it’s on its way to Eccles then will be back to trundle through town lifting the spirits of Reds everywhere – flock, flock to marvel, wave and cheer. And the first paparazzi shots win a 1976 Shoot annual.