Wednesday 4th July 2018, 11.40am (day 2,505)
We all need something like this. A place to sit and contemplate life, the sunshine and the adjacent building works (well, this is Manchester).
I will start moving around the planet again at some point but for now I’m where I’ve been most of the last two and a half months, namely at home in Hebden Bridge, which can be littered with interminably extended building projects just the same as Manchester can. The building that used to be the “Hole In The Wall” pub has been belching rubble over the street outside for what seems like about three years now. I actually saw someone working there today — but that is a rarity.
The title — and the sign — refer to the closure, as of today, of Manchester Town Hall for restoration, ‘until 2024’.
You know, I was just thinking that what this city really needs is a significant, very extended, disruptive building project. I’ll be fifty-five fucking years old in 2024.
The MECD is the Manchester Engineering Campus Development and will save all our souls, or jobs, or something. What has broken ground so far are just a couple of corner pillars of the whole. Today’s photo is also a sign I pulled a late one at work this evening.
Last day of a long week spent mostly (Monday aside) in Manchester. Was worried it was going to be a day too far but some good things happened and in the morning, at least, it was sunny. So here’s another picture of a building site. But a sunny one.
The ‘Manchester Technology Centre’ on Cloak Street clearly is no longer technological enough, as it becomes the latest building in the city centre to succumb to ‘creative destruction’. Will the fabled eco-park finally arise in its place?
In Manchester this week, yes, but it feels like a brief interlude, my October looks a little different than in previous years for various reasons. One constant though — Manchester’s a building site. It seems always to have been one, and possibly, now always will be one.
Well, I assume he’s rolling a cigarette, but perhaps he might just be playing a tune on the world’s smallest harmonica.
Last day in Manchester for a fortnight, anyway. If things work out — I have, let’s say, a logistically complex next 72 hours, but the payoff will be good if it does…