“Tell me, I hear they have cappuccino in Aberystwyth now. Is it true?”
“Yes,” I said. “It’s true.”
The man smiled and gave a slight shake of his head. “My, my. And an escalator? I hear there is an escalator there now?”
“No, I don’t think so. I think the nearest one is still in Shrewsbury.”
Malcolm Pryce, “Don’t cry for me Aberystwyth”
Whilst the Malcom Pryce books are not 100% true (for example, the town is not run by a gang of mobster druids, and there’s not a strip joint at the end of the pier) they do contain a grain of truth, and as far as I know there is no escalator in Aber. There’s also no Marks & Spencer, or Starbucks, which as far as I’m concerned is absolutely bloody marvellous. I’m feeling the lack of a branch of Lush though.