Years ago old guys hung out on the ledge people watching. I was told that they were heroin addicts strung out on their last hit. It sat empty for a long time until Malcolm and Lucy transformed it into a bar and restaurant serving roast dinners on Sundays. They passed the business to John and his partners who built cosy booths with seats and tables inside and changed the name of the bar to Home but everyone carried on calling it Diesel's. Joyce was the last owner and it flourished as the main joint and late night hang out for Lamma gweilos.
A haiku to commemorate the death of Diesel's:
Vortex of energy
Swirling in oblivion
Diesel's in the dust