Dear Grandstand,

Yesterday, at the archives, I saw a lot of your history.  I saw plans for you, I saw what you could have been.  Then I learned about the expo of ’69 and I thought about how brilliant it was that you got to be part of something like that (after all why would I be learning about it if it wasn’t to do with you).  After closer inspection of the map of the expo and reading the articles, I discovered that you actually weren’t part of it.

Lucky you, being part of the West Common, getting to look at all the fun that could be had.  But you weren’t part of it were you, Grandstand?  Ever since they stopped the races all you have been is a sequence of plans and what ifs.  At least if you had been used as a mortuary you would have served a purpose.

So back to the expo, with all its wonder, and colour, and fun – did it make you sad?  Did it make you realise how insignificant you are?

Yours Sincerely,

Katherine Copley.