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Friday, August 31, 2018

THE STRANGE UNREPORTED CASE OF THE DISAPPEARING HOTELS

Arty  pub   goes  flat  ,  turns  into  pale  ale shadow of  its former self .

 With elements of  art deco in its design , this Townsville  oasis, the Newmarket Hotel , stood out , offering a wide range of services, including a piano man  , conference facilities . Then strange things began to happen . A  for sale  sign went  up ; it was announced it was  to undergo  refurbishment ;  the exterior  became  increasingly  bland (below ), and for  a long time now there have  been no discernible signs of activity.  The  piano man has certainly  not been  heard  tickling  the  ivories  inside .

Ring the hotel number and  you are informed that  it is no longer  connected .  A real estate site  says  the  hotel  is  up  for sale or  lease .  What  gives ?
 
Just across the road  is another pub mystery , the grand   old Great Northern  Hotel,below , shut down   after  an arson attack moons ago ,which brandished a   drooping  banner  saying  it would   soon   reopen. When , nobody knows.  A nearby shopkeeper says  the  hotel  is unlikely  to  open its  doors  because of  numerous problems .  Another  banner   advertises  last year's   season  of  the Little Shop of  Horrors .  
The pub when the doors  opened,  beer flowed . 
 And just across the road ,shamefully  neglected by civic and military organisations in this garrison city, is the   broken  Victory in the  Pacific Memorial  Fountain , still containing  rubbish , part of an old shoe , empty drink  and food containers, sticks , stones , parts  of  the  metal components missing , broken off  when  viewed  by  our S(h)ipping Reporter  last Friday . The  pieces of meat pie had vanished, probably eaten  by  appreciative birds . At the nearby dirty , graffiti daubed   bus shelter, a  beer can in the rafters,  looked  increasingly  like  a  pissoir , a  vespasienne  , in a  village square scene from Clochemerle, sayeth  our  seafront  roundsman .