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The Closure of Hastings’ own Factory of Funds

Posted on 6 February 2025 by Lizzie Beck

Looking at the plywood boards that now cover our town’s promised wonderland, Lizzie Beck is just left wondering. Where did our £400k go? And where’s Willy?I could be justly accused of overegging the pudding by describing the town centre Debenhams building as iconic, but perhaps I’m fair in saying it’s now a monument to mismanagement,…

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Beginnings

Out of the primordial gooo
A beginning
Birth red and writhe like maggot
On the untrod surface of its earth
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