Over the years Itchy hasn't been alone in wishing for someone to come along and comprehensively flatten Broadmead (preferably a giant Swedish chef with a fish slice). The place was an eyesore. A weeping pustule on the arse of Bristol. Even worse, it was the first thing to greet most visitors as they entered the city. So when someone finally saw sense and demolished the joint, Itchy rejoiced. It's going to take a while, but once Broadmead has been rebuilt you can expect such wonders as Harvey Nic's, a new House of Fraser and a pack of chav–eating dogs all under the kind of roof Willy Wonka could only dream of. Should all be ready in 2008.