There's been a few over the years that have jumped on me, most ended up landing badly.
The thing in common with them all is that none of them liked to have been proved wrong by me.
It doesn't surprise me in the least that you are also another one of those trying to prove me wrong about something in order to feel yourself self righteous again.
I guess people like you who need to feel superior to everyone else must be lacking something (maybe you weren't loved as a child perhaps?), and if so probably I should feel sorry for you - but if you act like a dick (and you do) then I just laugh at you and think to myself how lucky I was not to fall foul of Philip Larkins poetic observation...
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.Anyway 'finger, thumb or icky' (you are right about the 'or' - although I suspect Wanderlust simply made a spelling mistake), yes, I remember that game as a kid but even at such a young age, I didn't play it as I though how stupid it was!
Why on earth would I want to be bent double with three fat kids sat on my back when someone is playing a guessing game with the odds stacked in favour of the other team?
As for the original post, yes I do remember the store, although I never went in.
I never really went down that end of Newport Street much until my drinking days but on the times I did, I preferred to use the footbridge from Great Moor Street (behind the New Zealand Chief) that led to the back of Morisons, and connected to a second footbridge to the Trinity Street (exiting across the road to where the train station then was).
It meant going out of my way a bit, but it was something different to do (at least for me) - and when I was younger you could see the steam trains going by (although I've never been a railway enthusiast).
I can't recall any other footbridge in Bolton - maybe there was/is - but certainly not of that size, which was the total length of Newport Street from what is now the Olympus chippy to the train station.
I remember thinking back in those days as to WHY there was such a need for the bridge in the first place as walking from Great Moor Street to the station via Newport Street itself was hardly that much longer?
I guess there must have been a reason at one time?