Sunday, 1 March 2015

1259 : No Sadder Sight Than A Derelict Pub

Can there be a sadder sight in all the world than that of a derelict pub? Fallen statues of fallen leaders I can take. Crumbling abbeys amidst pastoral settings can have a special beauty all of their own. Demolished hovels giving way to new houses can give you hope for the future. But a derelict pub - it is enough to make you turn to drink.

Saturday, 28 February 2015

1258 : It's What They Call Transparency

They don't seem to have private entrances to banks any more. Or rather they do have, but they just don't advertise them. They are no longer carved in stone for all to see but are hidden in the shadows of the internet. It's what they call transparency.

Thursday, 26 February 2015

1257 : 500 Points About Advertising

Why bother with subtle when you can be brash? Why mess around with a finely tuned logical argument when you can shout loud. Shout in 500 point block capitals. Shout with an arrow sharp enough to cut your skin. And pointing your product straight into the rubbish bin.

Wednesday, 25 February 2015

1256 : Eating A Meat Pie In An Art Gallery

There are some fine works of art in the Yorkshire Sculpture Park. Works by Barbara Hepworth, Henry Moore, and a host of great modern artists grace the country park in West Bretton, Wakefield. But in so many ways West Yorkshire itself is one magnificent open air sculpture and architectural park. You can be buying a meat pasty in Gregg's in Cleckheaton and turn 180 degrees and see this magnificent building. You can touch it, go in it, and eat you meat pie whilst leaning against its walls. 

Monday, 23 February 2015

1255 : Stalin and Mussolini Shopping At The Co-op

When they built Huddersfield Co-op they must have thought it would last for years. Solid stone. The kind of carved lettering that was so quintessentially nineteen thirties, the date was almost unnecessary. The lettering of Stalin statues and Mussolini Railway Stations. Both now gone, as is Huddersfield Co-op. But I miss the co-op.

Sunday, 22 February 2015

1254 : Being Who You Want To Be

The poor lad has been sat on the roof of the pub for decades; probably centuries. Held down by cables and arthritis. Keeping an eye on the Beast Market, keeping a light burning. Some say he is a sailor boy, others say he is Bacchus. After all these years he has a right to be who he wants to be.

Saturday, 21 February 2015

1253 : A Sense Of Humour On The Way To Buxton

Buxton is a lovely Georgian spa town set within the beautiful Derbyshire Peak District. So what better name to give to a 1960s concrete canyon in Huddersfield town centre than Buxton Way? It is nice to think that town planners had a sense of humour back then.

Friday, 20 February 2015

1252 : It's Another Day In Huddersfield

An old man wearing a flat cap walks down High Street, Huddersfield eating a hot pork pie. He is followed by another old man wearing a flat cap and carrying a small camera. It's another day in Huddersfield.

1251 : Shower Spill And Dishwasher Waste

The first mill is now a climbing gym. The second is an apartment block. And the River Calder still flows past them both. At one time, the dyes and the bleaches bled into the moorland water. Now it is shower spill and dishwasher waste.

Wednesday, 18 February 2015

1250 : It Will Take More Than Hills

Rastrick: the houses built on the hillside. Roof upon roof, stacked like building bricks in a playroom. It will take more than steep hills to stop folk living here.