Friday, 30 August 2013

Pride: afterthoughts




I thought this year I’d wait until the dust settled. It seems it’s very important in Manchester to have an opinion about the annual Gay Pride festival, or at least to tell everyone about it on Facebook. If you run a gay night or two, like I do, some people want to perceive you as some kind of spokesperson. I’m not, but I was needled several times to say something scandalous in the direction of Manchester Pride. I don’t have it in me. I think it boils down to this: Pride as a party, or Pride as a protest/political consciousness raiser? Doing both isn’t really working. At least not for me.

Don’t get me wrong, we need big gay cultural happenings, and we have them: Homotopia, Queer Up North, Duckie at Southbank, Queer Contact... These sorts of events are by and for LGBT people and have been brilliant over the years. Go and find out. Buy tickets. Support them. But spending bundles of pink pounds to hire The Feeling and a reformed Sugababes under a banner of ‘Gay Pride’? How exactly does it ‘celebrate LGBT life’?  I’m not sure I get it. Or want it. If you must attend a Kate Nash concert, just go to one, like everyone else does. I go to gigs all year round, I don’t need Pride for that. I need Pride for something else.

We might be about to get marriage equality in the UK, but worldwide the net is closing in on gay people. It’s real and I am frightened by it. If you don’t have a global perspective about yourself as a gay person, the concept of perceiving yourself as a group at all – which is, after all, the essence of Pride –falters. Except that Pride itself isn’t the place to talk about this, and I wonder if it should be. I am pleased that Manchester Pride expanded its Fringe program to include smaller arts and cultural events, including, crucially, some that take place outside the ghetto. I am glad the Pride Board has a trans* individual on it. I am glad they erected a ‘To Russia With Love’ wall in the Village to show Mancunian’s support towards persecuted people in our twinned city of St Petersburg. I hope they leave it up beyond Pride, I’d like to see it myself. But why Russia now, and not Uganda any other year, or any one of the dozens of ex British colonies where we exported homophobia to in the first place, at any other Pride? It’s complicated, and I’m trying to dance here.

During Manchester Pride, only a paid wristband gets you access onto Canal Street, unless you live there, and even bar staff who work in the Village can’t see the big bands without paying. I put parties on for gay (and non-gay) people outside the Gay Village. I do it all year round and I do it over Pride too. You might think this is somehow divisive, luring punters away from the gay enclave. But sexuality has no postcode, and the Village itself has barely any club space anyway, while the bars during Pride weekend – it has to be said – are overcrowded, overpriced, riddled with bad beer and bad music. I moved away from Blackpool a long time ago to get away from that. It’s not for me.

This year, I’m part of a newly-formed and loose collective of promoters under the name Queer Alt. Manchester who hosted a roster of alternative and non-Village gay and queer events during Pride. If you think we’re cashing in; yes, we absolutely are. Every last one of us donated cash to charities, and paid our performers. As for Pride itself, I’m not sitting in judgement, it would be the height of hypocrisy. It was only a few years ago I went out on the Thursday of Pride, and with very few breaks, kept going one way or another until the Monday. Trust me, I wasn’t thinking about St Petersburg then.

Besides, I’m not sure what form a more politicised Pride would take anyway. For the most part I’m an armchair activist. The odd demonstration aside, I’m all about petitions, letters, angry Tweets, political discussions, charity donations, that kind of thing. Are you much different? But I would like another way to get to meet the community sometimes, one that didn’t involve booze. Especially now, when I feel so powerless to contribute to any kind of positive change in the world. I feel hopeless when I think about Uganda or Moscow, never mind Damascus or Cairo or Palestine. But this has happened to me before, and the way I got out of it? Reading Angela Davis and listening to Larry Kramer. Watching REDS. Reading about mass resistance and small victories. Watching TED lectures about community action and feminism. Watching ACT-UP videos on YouTube. Watching We Were Here. This is where something like Gay Pride should come in, to bolster that feeling of insurmountable human aggression and oppression, to tackle the apathy that inevitably follows. Watching Barclays Bank drive a truck down Deansgate decked out in this year’s designated Pride theme (‘The 1980s’) was never going to do that for me. And I really need it.

Wednesday, 21 August 2013

‘Manchester: In Residents’ … #25 Rachel


‘I’ve lived all over – Glasgow, Leeds, Sheffield, Sydney – but always come back to Manchester. Well, we do, don’t we?’


What’s your name?

Rachel Broady


What do you do?

I’m a qualified journalist and university tutor but, sadly, I’m currently ‘between jobs’. Any offers gratefully received. Just nothing where I have to add up; like many journalists I’m useless at maths.


Where do you live?

A lovely, little housing association flat in Levenshulme, south Manchester. As tatty as the A6 is, I’m not sure there’s another part of Manchester I’d ever choose to live in. I’m listening to the police helicopter overhead as I type. How romantic!




Tell us the story of how you ended up in Manchester.

I was born in Droylsden, moved to London as a child then returned with a very strong Cockney accent. Growing up in Newton Heath, being bullied at school and listening to The Smiths, made sure I was soon back talking properly. I’ve since lived all over – Glasgow, Leeds, Sheffield, Sydney – but always come back to Manchester. Well, we do, don’t we?


What’s great about this city?

It’s home; it really is. I think whether you were born here, or you’re a ‘woolly back’ from Droylsden, or you’ve arrived from wherever, Manchester will end up feeling like home and has done to people for decades, centuries. It also has a political history to be proud of, writers to admire and buildings that still take my breath away (I mean the Town Hall, not Beetham Tower!).


What’s not so great?

The poverty; Manchester has some of the most deprived areas in the country. Its children are some of the poorest. Manchester Central has the highest percentage of children living below the poverty line in the UK; some 47% living in poverty. Wood Street Mission in the city centre has seen a big increase in the number of families needing basics like school uniforms. It’s a national problem but Manchester’s ‘glitterati’, the so-called regeneration, with expensive, exclusive apartment blocks, and the sometimes homogeneous feel of the city makes the division of rich and poor all the more real. As a city we should be appalled by this!


Do you have a favourite Manchester building?

I still love the Town Hall. I know it was built rather than clear away slums; I know that decision was expensive, arrogant and boastful but, blimey, it’s beautiful inside. I also like Urbis and I’m fond of some of the 60s architecture that others hate; Piccadilly Plaza has a place in my heart. I find a lot of the ‘regeneration’ buildings ugly: the Chips building, for example. I just think such blocks are soulless, community-sapping monstrosities. I really don’t like Beetham Tower, either; I don’t care if it whistles, it looks like Lego.


Piccadilly Plaza

Do you have a favourite Mancunian?

Obviously any Manchester socialist would have to say Mary Burns who gave Engels the chance to see first hand what it was like for the Irish living in Manchester in the mid-1800s. Ok, I know she was Irish. In fact, she lived in Salford not Manchester. Oh, I’m claiming her as ours for the purposes of name-dropping! And, in no way connected at all, Les Dawson. I have a real soft spot for Collyhurst-born Les Dawson. Many will reel, thinking of his mother-in-law jokes, but you have to remember the way young couples were forced to live with their mothers-in-law back then, and humour would be a way to cope! I’m also growing increasingly fond of Terry Christian who seems a wise, tolerant and interesting auld fella.


What’s your favourite pub/bar/club/restaurant/park/venue?

I like the Cornerhouse. I remember being taken there on a school trip when it first opened and I think it’s still a comfy place to sit and get quietly drunk, while discussing books and that. I also like Rusholme and would take any visitor there for a decent, cheap curry. Oh, and I love Lounge Ten. I was born for its style and decadence but can rarely afford to go; if anyone wants to take me …


What do you think is missing from Manchester?

I think Manchester has to remember and celebrate its radical political history. The Peterloo Massacre memorial will go some way to achieving that but the co-operative movement, the trade union movement, the suffragette movement – all these Manchester firsts should be an obvious, celebrated, recognised, constant part of our city’s heritage.


If I was Mayor for a day I would …

I wouldn’t. I think it’s a silly role.


Who else would you like to nominate to answer this questionnaire?

James Draper



Rachel recommends Red Flag Walks and Radical Manchester for learning about Manchester’s radical heritage.
  

Monday, 1 July 2013

Bike Month in Manchester


I have completed my month-long pledge to cycle to work every day in June, with a couple of necessary exceptions for torrential downpours, extreme drunkenness, and the necessary transport of large objects by tram. Here’s what I learned...


 1. I love my bike. It was given to me for free and it rattles a bit and occasionally things fall off it and I have to replace them so it’s becoming like the philosopher’s typewriter but it’s sturdy and sound and nobody wants to steal it because it looks like trash, and I love it.

2. Cycling every day does wonders for your legs and your bum and in a lot less time than you think. I suddenly look okay in Speedos.

3. You will get your ‘To Do’ list done a whole lot faster if you do it on a bike.

4. Taxi drivers are far and away your biggest enemy. They have appalling road manners, especially, but not exclusively, towards cyclists. I have seen them pull extremely dangerous stunts on the road that are blatantly designed to teach some poor cyclist a lesson. This obviously doesn’t apply to all cabbies, but I recommend approaching all of them with caution. If you hear someone revving unnecessarily at your heels, chances are it’s a cabbie.

5. Grease up. Lots of bike oil makes your life a lot easier.



6. Sharing road space with end-to-end double-decker buses is frightening and unhealthy and no fun at all. Skipping the odd red light when there are no pedestrians in either direction to get yourself free from bus lane congestion is a reasonable survival tactic and collecting £30 fines for such misdemeanours to ‘improve’ cycling provision is counter-productive.

7. With much respect, the high-vis-in-broad-daylight brigade aren’t the final word in cycling in Manchester. The shirtless scallies in the parks and on the pavements, the older women with crazy long flowing skirts and baskets full of junk ... they are cyclists too.

8. Panniers are brilliant. Mine are racing green and you can get nearly all of your groceries (beer) in them.

9. Bicycle Boutique is a god-send.

10. Everyone looks at least ten per cent hotter on a bike.




Sunday, 16 June 2013

‘Manchester: In Residents’ … #24 Chrissy

'All the unsung heroes who clean, underpin and keep the city going are my favourites...'



What’s your name?

Chrissy Brand


What do you do?

I have worked in many places in Manchester in my time, including half a dozen offices on Oxford Road alone. Other cities I’ve been fortunate to work in include London for six years, and places as diverse as Oxford and Helsinki, Brussels and Barnsley. Having worked in both the public and private sectors I am now very happily ensconced as Research and Knowledge Exchange Manager at the RNCM. I’m also a published writer with a book and a decade’s worth of magazine columns. All views below are my own.


Where do you live?

When I first lived in Manchester it was by lovely Chorlton Green in a shared cottage with four others right by The Beech (but sadly not the beach). Now I divide my time between a crash pad in the city centre and a family home at the southern end of the tramline. Best of both worlds, lucky me.


Tell us the story of how you ended up in Manchester.

Manchester became my home but it was nowt to do with the city's charms. Simply that I was living in London and fell in love. The love of my life was headed to Manchester to study so a year later I dropped everything and followed. It wasn't long before Manchester and the North cast its spell on me too and I have been here ever since.

But before that, the first time I came to the city was to visit a friend at Uni. I remember a long coach journey from London, staying in amazing old student halls in Whalley Range, an all night film showing which included The Blues Brothers and Magic Roundabout and then queuing at breakfast time for banquette seats at the Royal Exchange. Manchester was exciting and had a very different feel from the South. It made me realise how important it was to move away from the places you grow up in and to explore elsewhere and lay down new roots of your own.


What’s great about this city?

The diversity of people who have moved here from all over the world and now call Manchester home. And the fact you can talk to anyone, whatever age they are or image they project, if you feel in a sociable enough mood. There's an air of friendliness if you look for it.

The fact that the city is big and varied enough for so much art, culture and fun, yet small enough to feel you can be a big part of it. I love the Northern Quarter’s independence, the buzz of Chinatown at night, Castlefield on a sunny afternoon, watching a film or sporting event on the lawn at Spinningfields, the jazz festival and other music in the tents at Albert Square, and the magical Christmas markets that light up the whole city in December.

There’s also the variety of good food and drink, the ease of getting around by public transport, the history and beauty of the understated architectural gems, the sense of history, and the revamped waterways.

The amazing countryside all around makes for a perfect escape when you need it too – the Peaks, the Lakes, north Wales, the Cheshire ring canals…





What’s not so great?

The city centre is a wee bit on the small side with not quite enough ‘obvious’ sights to see for the visitor. Although you only have to look up to see street after street of honey-coloured stone and red brick dripping with the wealth from nineteenth-century merchants, so maybe I am being harsh.

More greenery in the city centre would be good, and the Castlefield beach should be permanent or at least May to September. More could be made of the River Irwell and the canals – they should be more of the beating heart of the city than the tucked away offshoots that they currently are, though I must admit great strides have been made since I first visited Manchester in the 1980s, making the canals and rivers more into a café society than a place to park your supermarket trolley.

While the quote ‘The streets of London are paved with gold’ is a lie (unless you work in the City), sadly in Manchester it is all too true to say the streets are paved with chewing gum. Why?


Do you have a favourite Manchester building?

Too many to choose from really. I love the little carved statues and ornamental windows and ledges zand architrave whenever you look up above the first floor all over the city centre. Art Deco is a favourite era of mine but there's not much of that I can think of in Manchester.

But If I chose two, very different buildings, one would be the John Rylands Library. It looks like it’s made from Cheshire sandstone (is it?) and is so beautiful, especially when it takes on a magical glow with the late afternoon sun reflecting on its Deansgate frontage. I also like it because it’s all that is left in the area from that era. It reminds me of a castle, it stands out and holds its own amongst the twenty-first century shopping vibe that surrounds it.

Campfield Arcade is lovely too (funnily enough that used to house a library too). When you look at it as a whole from across the road it’s a beautiful example of Manchester’s famous red bricks, and it’s got that lovely old clock that reminds me of a more famous one outside Macy’s in Chicago. Inside is the lovely arcade itself where you can imagine you are eating alfresco in Spain, Greece or Italy. Good restaurants and bars and the culture from the Spanish Institute too. And rarely crowded.

India House and Lancaster House are fabulous neighbours on Princess Street and I had to mention them here as being buildings that give me a shiver of excitement whenever I look at them…

My least favourite is the ‘Berlin Wall’ in Piccadilly, although iy barely qualifies as architecture. It is ugly and stark. It should be a place for commissioned street art and ivy – a hanging gardens is what they should be aiming for. At least there’s a campaign underway to green it, though that seems to have gone a bit quiet.

The Arndale and what it represents, likewise the Trafford Centre, would be least favourite. Manchester has all this beautiful countryside, art and cool places to go and yet people spend their weekends and evenings shopping in American malls. I just don’t get it!


Do you have a favourite Mancunian?

I’m not one for putting people on pedestals really. I’d say the exploited workforce that suffered under industrialisation in the nineteenth century should be favourites as they did so much for the city. And today, all the other unsung heroes who clean, underpin and keep the city going are my favourites.

But if we are talking famous Mancunians, obviously Morrissey for his views on the monarchy and for being veggie, and for most things he says really. I place his music second to his views these days.

The Pankhursts, although the suffragettes who would get my vote are the trio of Annie Briggs, Evelyn Manesta and Lillian Forrester. They demonstrated at the City Art gallery 100 years ago, in 1913. We broke the glass of some pictures as a protest but we did not intend to damage the pictures’. In court, supporters in the gallery unfurled a Votes for Women banner. The full history, or herstory, is at the ever excellent Radical Manchester blog.

Alison Uttley who was to Lancashire and Cheshire what Beatrix Potter was to Cumbria but with less reward and fame. She went to Manchester University and died in 1976. Little Grey Rabbit lives on…


What’s your favourite pub/bar/club/restaurant/park/venue?

I like Dimitri’s on Deansgate and if I’m in the right mood Font and Gorilla too. Apotheca looks fabulous but it's been ages since I was there.

If I just want somewhere nearby, The Molly House can be good – enough of an atmosphere but quiet enough to chat. I'd like to try some of those pubs in Northern Quarter that look like old men's pubs but seem to now be hangouts for young creative types. I'd probably need someone to take me there though.... I like the look of Cuba Cafe Bar too but need to pluck up courage to go in!

My preferred venues would be Band on the Wall and the Deaf Institute, but if the right band is playing I'd go anywhere. I’m waiting for Flunk to come over from Norway to play Manchester, or All India Radio from Australia, or Dave Dark and the Sharks. And I wish The Egg would head north too.

My coffee shop would be North Tea Power. Oklahoma is fabulous too. My favourite cafes are Earth and Eighth Day. Bistro 1847 would be my choice for an evening meal.

Last year I had a fellow blogger and her family visit from the USA and I had to think about how best to show them Manchester in an evening. We had a busy walking tour! From Piccadilly Station we went down Granby Row past the Vimto statue along to Albert Square, Lincoln Square, through the ginnels to St Ann's Square and the Royal Exchange Theatre. Then onto the medieval quarter of the cathedral and Shambles Square, and into Victoria Station. Then back through the Northern Quarter to see all the independent bars, record stores and restaurants, and the innovative and rotating street art. I would have added Spinningfields and Castlefield if there was time.


What do you think is missing from Manchester?

A museum of popular Manchester music, some city centre tree-lined boulevards, and a tower like the Space Needle in Seattle or the Eiffel Tower in France or Blackpool Tower.  


If I was Mayor for a day I would …

It would need to be a long day to implement all the changes I have planned for my fellow Mancunians! As the clock chimed midnight I would unroll my sepia scroll and get the town crier to proclaim the following:

A congestion charge on cars coming into the city. Pedestrianising great swathes of the city, planting trees and opening roof gardens to grow crops. Taking over the Old Fire Station and converting it to public space of studio spaces for artists and musicians, galleries and a children's playgrounds, cheap housing and shops.

Banning fast food shops, implementing a living wage for all who work in the area. A heavily subsidised free public transport system paid for by a tax on multinational chains that have shops in the city.

Bringing back the statue of Oliver Cromwell that was at Victoria station and was decamped to Wythenshawe Park -and putting it in a prominent space. Commissioning new statues, including one of the Pankhursts and Suffragettes, one of Marx and Engels and another of animals in commemoration to all those murdered daily.


Who else would you like to nominate to answer this questionnaire?

These three Mancunians would have all something interesting to say: Political cartoonist Polyp, Zoe at the Vegetarian Society, and Ursula at Eighth Day.



Chrissy loves Manchester and the surrounding countryside so much that she blogs about it daily at Mancunian Wave. She can also be found on Twitter @chrissycurlz and Instagram.



Wednesday, 5 June 2013

On writing and running and Reena

Like books sometimes do, Haruki Murakami’s What I Talk About When I Talk About Running fell into my lap just when I needed it. I was working on the first draft of my novel The Shakespeare Girl – my final portfolio piece for a Masters in Creative Writing – and I’d signed up to do the Great Manchester 10 Kilometre Run with a group of friends at work. We wanted to raise money for cancer charities on behalf of our much-loved friend and colleague Reena, who was fighting against non-Hodgkins lymphoma. When Reena lost her battle with that illness in November 2012, the run became something positive for us to aim towards, to honour Reena and the people who had caredfor her. It was a long time into treatment before we knew Reena’s chances of recovery were slim. She died at The Christie Hospital aged 33.

A regime of writing and running happened under a good deal of sadness. Early in the mornings, powered by stress and determination, I started to run. In the evening I came home from the office and worked on my novel. I was exhausted but oddly contented. Then I happened on Murakami’s book, which chronicles the novelist’s obsession with running whilst intertwining autobiographical anecdotes about teaching, marriage, and writing his novels. It had an immediate impact, encouraging me to run and write even when I felt too tired to do either, and persuading me that there could be some kind of fruitful relationship between the two.



Murakami started running at 33, an age that suddenly sounded very young. I had never knowingly run for longer than 2 km. At school I was a sprinter, and even middle distances left me anxious and bored. But I liked to cycle and swim, I was fitter than I thought, and I soon began making good progress with a ‘Couch to 5K’ running app. Before long I was running 6 km at a time and stitching together the difficult plot/sub-plot of my novel in my head as I ran. Just as I was finding a complementary relationship between running and writing for myself, I had an accident and broke my hand. The impact whenever I tried to run caused a jolt in the bones of my finger that was agonising. My training had to stop. I couldn’t type (the cast went from my little finger to my elbow) so I had to use voice recognition software for work and for my fiction. It proved to be an amazing piece of technology that I continued to use from time to time, even after my arm came out of the cast, but it was slow going in the beginning and eventually I had to get an extension to my deadline.

In the office, work piled up. I couldn’t type or do any overtime and almost every email in my inbox seemed like bad news. I speed-edited my novel and submitted it. I didn’t feel any of the relief I was expecting. ‘You’ve just sent your three year old off to day-care for the first time, that’s why,’ said my boyfriend Oisín, trying to rationalise my anxiety at letting the novel go. Just like the teacher who gets sick on the last day of term, a low-lying cough I’d just about been containing spilled over into a chest infection. I worked through it with barely a day off sick, all the while enviously reading about Murakami’s epic runs through Athens and Boston and Tokyo while I was prescribed one inhaler after another and every whiff of pollution sent me into a rattling cough.

Then the cast came off and I began running again, tentatively, with Ventolin and a steroid inhaler. My route took me around the lake at Chorlton Water Park where there were no fumes to trigger my lung irritation (now diagnosed as post-viral bronchial hypersensitivity). With the race only weeks away I decided to invest in a pair of proper running shoes. I was given a running test and was offered trainers with additional support for ‘over pronation’, which is basically running too heavily on the inside of the foot. I began training in my bouncy new techno-shoes. Then overnight I was struck with identical acute pains on the insides of my knees. I went from running 7.5 km with a rucksack on my back, to having Nurofen for breakfast and getting off the bus backwards to avoid shooting pains in my legs.

With a week to go to the run I went to see a physiotherapist about the pain that wouldn’t go away. It took a matter of minutes for him to ascertain that I wasn’t an over-pronator at all. The corrective trainers had damaged my perfectly normal tendons. I only had time for two sessions of ultrasound and massage before the day of the race arrived. My sponsorships had been generous but I was certain I wouldn’t be able to run. I felt like a fraud. My friend and colleague Lianne then reminded me in passing that in the hospital she had mentioned to Reena that we had all signed up to do the run, and that we would be doing so wearing moustaches to honour the iconically macho Ron Burgundy from Anchorman, one of Reena’s favourite movies. I decided I was going to start and finish the Great Manchester Run even if I had to walk the entire route. Some things are more important than running, and even Murakami would agree with that.



On the day of the race I stretched, freeze-sprayed my knees, took Nurofen Express, put on my elastic knee supports and joined my friends at the starting line. After the pistol I stopped and started then stopped again, walked a little way, then jogged, then stopped, walked some more,  and tried to block the pain. It became apparent I was having a different race to most of the other competitors. To start with, the opening 2 km was the hardest for me, but no doubt the easiest for everyone else. My knees took forever to loosen up and my opening gait was somewhere between a lollop and a shuffle. I couldn’t get comfortable or find my stride. When the course went uphill I was relieved, much of my training had been done on an incline. When we headed downhill, my knees buckled in pain while runners poured past me as their momentum increased.

Then, somehow, my knees found a motion that suited them and a fainter thud of pain became gradually manageable. Murakami, writing about marathon running and rendering our much shorter race a mere warm-up in comparison, had written:

Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional. Say you’re running and you start to think, Man this hurts, I can’t take it any more.  The hurt part is unavoidable, but whether or not you can stand any more is up to the runner…

I thought about Reena and everything she’d been through and I tried to remember Murakami’s exact phrasing as I came up to 5 kilometres, then 6, then 7, with brass bands and DJs playing at the side of the road, and a sea of brightly coloured T shirts ahead of me. I am running for my Dad, read the messages on the back. I am running for my son, for my sister, for my friend. When I ran through the blessedly cool shower I had tears in my eyes. For the first time ever, I didn’t get a stitch. When it got too hot, clouds covered the sun. With a kilometre left to go I threw in my lot and started to sprint. As I took off, a young lad at the side of the road shouted, ‘Go on Greg!’ (my name was on my shirt) and so I did. I hit the finish line at the Hilton Hotel at 1:11:11 and I made sure I was thinking about Reena when I crossed it.




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Monday, 6 May 2013

‘Manchester: In Residents’ … #23: Pam


'Wesley Snipes is out of jail now so he's probably available, that would make living here just that little bit better...'




What’s your name?

What do you do?
I do many different things... from performing at clubs with creatures of the night, to photographing bands that pass through the city. My main love and path in life is photography, it really does rule over all the other loves that I have. I have a passion for working with people who I admire in some way (music, movies, fashion) so I try and find a way to photograph them whenever they are here. My most recent photography gigs were with Arthur Brown, Lydia Lunch and Paddy Considine... two at gigs and one at a film screening. One shoot planned, two unplanned. I try to keep up to date with whoever is doing something here and find a way to contact or connect with whoever I want to photograph. I really do get obsessed sometimes, but it's a good thing... I just get excited about fucking EVERYTHING! I'm also part of Tranarchy, a collective of drag queens, artists, performers, chaos makers and switchblade sisters. We put on parties, film screenings and perform around the city... anything from singing Judas Priest songs with a bunch of warriors before a screening of Mad Max II at a drive-in cinema, to putting on the Andrew W.K. after party with Cherie Lily. It's all crazy and wild and fun... we just want people to express themselves, get messy and freak out to disco and heavy metal. I'm curating our next film screening, it's an Action Movie Marathon showing Predator, Escape From New York, Robocop, Cobra, The Terminator and Road House. All nighter, baby! I've watched Robocop on repeat for longer than 12 hours before, so this will be a walk in the park for me...


 Where do you live?
I've recently moved to Salford with two men that I now class as family, my absolute father figures. Salford is perfect, I'm totally sold already. Before here I lived in Rusholme, and before that Withington. I do like that side of Manchester and have a lot of hang out spots that I'll still go to, but I won't miss the bus route. No fucking way. I was reaching Patrick Bateman mental murder levels with the students... and I don't even care that I'm saying this. I hate sitting on buses with students. I'm still getting lost at the moment because I've not lived in Salford long, and I recently found some really weird subway art that ended up in my nightmares... full flesh coloured mermaids with tiny heads. Terrifying. But I know I'm on the right road home when I walk past the church near my house because the massive plastic Jesus outside the door always shocks me back to life and I walk faster to get away from the fucking thing. Put it away! That all sounds quite scary, but really living in Salford has been a dream so far. I love a lot of the old buildings here and have spotted a ton of locations to use in new photoshoots already, I can't wait to explore this place.

Tell us the story of how you ended up in Manchester.
I was born in Manchester... my mum and dad owned a scrapyard here for a while and a lot of my family were born here. It's just me, my mum and my brother now, and they live in Rochdale where I was raised from the age of five. Rochdale gets a lot of stick and even though some bad shit did happen to me there, it was also a great place to grow up, if you were adventurous with it. When I first got into photography I didn't have to go far to find abandoned buildings, woods and lakes to shoot in. I still use a lot of the same locations now. You just can't find that everywhere, old warehouses full of hidden passages and smashed bottles. I love that shit! I didn't really know anyone in Rochdale though, and I wanted to be near my friends and get involved with everything that was happening, and also start doing my own stuff too. So when I moved out I decided to get closer to Manchester because it was the natural thing to do, with most of my work and life dotted around the city. I love doing what I do in my hometown, and I'm proud to have been raised here. It's a big thing for me because my family history is scattered in the place that I create, and I can feel it when I experience things here. It's a special place to be. I don't think I could ever live central though, I need to be around big parks and places where I can get high, climb trees and break bones... city living makes me hurl, sorry friends!... (not sorry).

What’s great about this city?
The people. It's the people, hands down. People from Manchester, people from other places, people from nowhere, people from the wild side. I've met all kinds of people here, people that embrace this city and make a difference. From drag queens to art curators, teachers and bakers. I think it's a good sign when you know a lot of different people doing a lot of different things in one place at the same time. It hasn't always been so alive and exciting for me though, I remember having shit all to do but watch movies and imagine having friends that I could create with, party with and live a movie life with. I'm movie obsessed, I'm a dreamer... I always want things to be a vision, I just can't help thinking that way. So sometimes things get sad and tough, but I fight through it all like a warrior... and living here makes things less sad and less tough, because I'm surrounded by such brilliant people... flawless queens, fearless women, fabulous men and every little thing in between. So right now it's the people because it's down to them that exciting things are happening and I can live a half-movie life. I also have my first major solo-exhibition happening and I'm beyond happy that it's taking place here. It contains portraits and live images that I've taken of bands/musicians including Crystal Castles, Lene Lovich, Gossip, The Damned, Patrick Wolf, Debbie Harry, KISS, Amanda Palmer and more, with most of them shot in and around the city.

What’s not so great?
THE PEOPLE! Just kidding... The not-so-great things are the most boring things, and I hate thinking about boring things. No decent jobs, it's a small place, and sometimes you just wanna break out and sit on a beach or get picked up by Kurt Russell in a muscle car. Seriously, where are all the guys with muscle cars? I'm putting a call out right here right now. This is obviously the worst part about living here, because my head is in the clouds and I wanna be picked up in a muscle car. I wanna drive that muscle car through billboards and do tons of stunts. But we can start with a rad guy with a rad car. If you could just pick a few American men up and drop them around my house, that would be great too. Wesley Snipes is out of jail now so he's probably available, that would make living here just that little bit better.

Do you have a favourite Manchester building?
I definitely don't have one favourite Manchester building. I really love a ton of stuff here, but half the stuff I love I know nothing about. I know that I should research places that I love, but I don't... I just usually say 'I really love that building' and hope that one of my many, well-informed friends gives me a little education. And then I forget and everything becomes 'that building' again. But when I was a teenager I really loved a place called Chamber House. It was behind my high school and was a huge, broken down mansion full of wreckage aside from a marble staircase that lead to nowhere, the steps just ended. And then you were upstairs, and outside because most of the roof was gone. It was the right side of creepy and in the grounds around the mansion we once found big, huge plastic dinosaurs that had their heads chopped off. I don't really know what happened to the remains, but apparently they started to sink into the ground and had to be removed. I heard that it used to be super grand and bad-ass, I would have loved to have seen it when it wasn't a half-burnt out Goosebumps set. I always skived school in there, so Chamber House was never 'that building', it always had a name.

Do you have a favourite Mancunian?
I think I'm just gonna pick who I fancy the most, and that's Ian McShane. My mum worked with his dad when she was younger, and I only found that out because I told her that I fancied Ian McShane and I wanted him to wink at me because it would make my head explode with sexiness. He is one of the greatest actors out there and I could watch him non-stop, his eyes are mesmerising and he just has a certain way about him that I find incredibly appealing. Plus he was in Hot Rod which is one of the funniest films ever, I watch it all the time. He's a Blackburn Blackbeard and as much as I do love a lot of Mancunians and people born in and around here, he is definitely right up there. He is just so SEXY.

What’s your favourite pub/bar/club/restaurant/park/venue?
I don't really go out for drinks like people go out for drinks. Usually because I'm pretty skint and I prefer to go on full nights out rather than blow all my party money on the odd few drinks here and there. I like to save the party. But when I go out at night it's always Bollox, Drunk At Vogue, Off The Hook and I recently went to a new drag night, Cha Cha Boudoir, which is showcasing performers from all over in the form of American style drag tipping. With Tranarchy, we get to jump in and out of a lot of these nights and everyone supports each other throughout this... collectives obviously create craziness, and everyone wants to do different things. But then different collectives are born, new nights start appearing and everyone just jumps in and out of each others parties... it's never-ending fun right now. I'm also a movie obsessive, so I have the monthly pass for Cineworld at Parrs Wood and it's the best thing ever. Me and my friend go on full blown cinema days where we don't come out til night, armed with snacks and pre-made joints. It's like a day out. Get up, get out, get high, get lost. I couldn't live without that cinema pass, it's £14 a month and you can watch as many movies as you like... it's absolutely my favourite thing to do. We also go adventuring in Fletcher Moss (Didsbury) if we have a break in movies, it's the most beautiful place and we do lots of daft stuff and completely let go whenever we are there... usually by playing Jurassic Park.

What do you think is missing from Manchester?
We have a serious lack of cinemas. Old Hollywood cinemas, or beat up 1980's cinemas... the cinemas that I read about, and that used to be here. We really don't have enough, and as much as there are way more film screenings happening, which is perfect and wonderful, I still crave a big screen and darkness. I think if Manchester was home to a late night, red-lit cinema then I'd definitely meet my dream date, watch The Lost Boys and drink a lot of beer.

If I was Mayor for a day I would …
...be the worst choice, but also the best. I read that people have raised enough money to make a RoboCop statue in Detroit, so I'd use all of my Mayor power to get a RoboCop statue here... but it's my jawline and lips, so to other people it would look kinda weird but not weird enough for people to comment on, yet I know that it's really me under there... and I'm RoboCop. So it's the worst decision in terms of everything else in the world because I'd be a shit Mayor, but I'd also be a RoboCop statue in the middle of town. It's a fair trade, I think. Then I'd just sit in my office and look at the statue and smile to myself until you all got rid of me. Or kept me as Mayor, depending on your taste in movies.

Who else would you like to nominate to answer this questionnaire?
Ian McShane. Give him my details. And my knickers.

Pam's current exhibition, 'City Of The Van Damned', produced by Two Little Birds, can be seen until Tuesday the 7th of May at 2022 NQ, details here