My first job after leaving school was in Preston - in 1962 - and I travelled the 20 or so miles from Lancaster daily to that bus station you mention. The Harris Art Gallery was home to the Harris Library, Preston's Public Library, before it was merged with that of Lancashire C.C.

Derelicts on their way to snooze in the newspaper reading room were sprayed with DDT by the janitors in the large circular hall (remember the pendulum?). Us juniors on table tidying duty used to jolt the snoozers as we passed them, to wake them up. I did this one day and the old boy's teeth fell out on to the table - he was as dead as a doornail.

Interesting times. There was a lung in a large jar on display in the window of the Public Health Office. It was stained a dark brown and was supposed to be a disincentive to smoking. People used to stop in ones and twos to remark on it - Woodbines and Capstan Full Strength dangling from their lips...