Well, after much deliberation, detailed photographic overlapping and most importantly my wife's valued and learned input......we reckon the centre spot is at the exit door of Toys'r'Us.
Standing on a home-made wooden stool (in the cosy West) my Dad created; being surrounded by sweet, aromatic pipe smoke; rancid toilets; bloke walking around with a tray of monkey nuts; half-times from around the country on metal sheets propped up against the corresponding Programme letter...