Praise the individual who decided to start renovating the bus station last year. That building was defined by the homeless people who lived there, the hordes of pigeons who relieved themselves all over the floor, and the buses that never turned up on time. Not to mention the miserable angry staff that made you feel personally responsible for their career choices, and the plastic seats which were scarred with cigarette burns and chewing gum remnants, and the hundreds of pushchairs full of screaming children who serenaded your swift exit run to the nearest bus in order to escape the sheer bedlam of Bedfords public transport centre. Even the 60p chips from that scummy cafe window couldnt redeem it in any way.