I love how the Sunday afternoon main stage has somehow managed to hold off the many wider social changes in the area. It is perhaps the last bastion where the old boys can meet up for a friendly smoke and a can of Red Stripe. There is such a chilled atmosphere down the BMX side of the park on Sundays. The old Bill understand that it is best to turn a blind eye and let the old crowd enjoy their afternoon in a way that is being forced out elsewhere. I hope this doesn't change.