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Wednesday, 3 April 2013

‘Manchester: In Residents’ … #22: Israel



‘There’s a sort of ‘against all odds’ vibe to this place, there’s a culture of acceptance but also of independence….’


Photograph by Malc Stone.



What’s your name?

Israel-Winter Delgado


What do you do?

I’ve tried a little bit of everything, shop work, writing for a fashion magazine, partying. But I’ve just started a course that should finally get me into University to study Public Relations.


Where do you live?

I’m living in Altrincham at the moment, it’s a Cheshire postcode but technically it falls within Manchester so it’s the best of both worlds while I’m studying really.


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

I’ve lived here my whole life, but I’ve done a lot of moving around. As a teenager I never really felt like I had a home except Manchester. It was never any specific place, just the streets and the buildings and the lights. I never spent more than a week anywhere at a time. I used to just disappear into the city, it drove my parents wild but there was always something I loved about never being tied down to one place. My friends and I would spend a couple of nights in a hotel or a friend’s place or a squat or guys’ houses. There were nights we had no money and we just slept rough or queued up for hostels. Those years were fluid, nothing was constant. People came and went and home was wherever you laid your head, home was just Manchester. I have a tattoo that I got done when I was seventeen, I was drunk and it was spur of the moment when a friend offered to do it, but it was something that I’d been thinking about for a while. It’s lyrics from the City & Colour song ‘Coming Home’, worked into the art from his first record and it says: ‘And hell you know it ain’t worth shit’. The whole song is Dallas Green listing the places he’s been to, but none of it matters because he’s coming home to the person he loves. It’s something deeply personal to me; I’ve never really felt at home in any one place and the tattoo represents that ongoing search for my one true home. It’s a reminder that no matter where I go, or what I’ve done, that Manchester has been a home to me.


What’s great about this city?

It’s been a home when I had none. But it’s not just home in that the streets and bars and hotels were my home. Manchester is such a nurturing city, and there is such history here. Some of the greatest bands, clubs, thinkers, writers, and people in every field have come from this town. I’m proud to be from somewhere that has been pushing the boundaries in so many ways for centuries. There’s an environment of acceptance here, I’ve grown up in a city where completely different groups of people, different cultures and subcultures all exist in their own sort of harmony. There’s a sort of ‘against all odds’ vibe to this place, there’s a culture of acceptance but also of independence. So many times I’ve seen minority groups that anywhere else would be mortal enemies defending each other and standing up for individuality. It’s something I’ve genuinely never seen anywhere else.


What’s not so great?

I think Manchester’s stuck in a rut at the moment; we have this incredible city that’s given so many great things to the world but there’s this massive question of ‘What’s next?’ A lot of the city is being modernised with buildings like Beetham Tower that just don’t really fit with the city. It’s like this directionless modernisation for the sake of modernisation. There haven’t really been many interesting developments in the culture scene, there are a lot of small club nights but there’s nothing big and new. I think the city just needs something new and fresh, it needs to be revitalised. There’s also a lot of history for me here. I’m planning on moving away next year because having lived here my whole life every street has a memory. There’s a lot of dark shit that went down here for me, parts of my life that a lot of people don’t know about, and in a way that’s personal to me there are memories that I need to get away from before I can come back. I love Manchester but maybe I’m just too jaded now, it’s a great city and I think it’s sad that I’m driven to a point where I don’t feel I can live here anymore. I will definitely come back one day, there’s just a lot of shit I need to get away from so that I can move on.


Do you have a favourite Manchester building?

I’d have to say The Royal Exchange. I love the Victorian architecture in the Classical style and the arcade between Cross Street and St Anne’s Square is home to the tobacconist’s which is one if my favourite stores in the city. What really sets The Royal Exchange apart for me and makes it my favourite building is the theatre inside. I’ve seen so many productions there and the theatre in the round space is one of my favourites. I love the Apollo 11-esque theatre module suspended from the main columns in the hall. The contrast between the intricate Victorian architecture and the modern engineered theatre below the hall’s main glass dome is, I think, an incredibly successful one. Pictures don’t do it justice, you have to visit and see a production there, the atmosphere is unique and it’s a space I just love being around.





Do you have a favourite Mancunian?

I don’t think I could say, there are so many great people that have come from this city. Tony Wilson and Emmeline Pankhurst have to be up there, I mean one of them essentially gave the world Joy Division and the other is largely responsible for women’s rights in this country. I will say though it’s a special thing to be a Mancunian and a lot of people who aren’t from here don’t understand that. There isn’t really a sense of national pride in Manchester; it’s the city not the country that gives us our heritage and our unyielding sense of pride.


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

I always loved Bar Below on Canal Street. I was never really into the whole scene there, but Bar Below was something special. I don’t know what it is now, it’s changed names and hands a few times since I last went a couple of years ago, it’s a shame. It’s a tiny basement space but it was so well decorated and run, it was intimate and elegant with a couple of sofas, a short bar and some of the friendliest bar staff. I had some great times there, just having a drink and meeting people without the queeny pop music vibe in the rest of the village, there was this dope guy on the bar who always played Blondie records and I remember this Debbie Harry shirt he wore a bunch of times. I miss that place.


What do you think is missing from Manchester?

Like I said earlier, we need something new and fresh. Manchester’s still a pioneering city but it’s been that way for so long it’s kind of passé. We have a lot of shit happening that doesn’t happen in other cities, and some really great individual scenes but Manchester has always been that way so it’s nothing new. It needs something even bigger and even more ground-breaking, especially with the destruction of places like Legends on Whitworth Street. There are a lot of people who I’m sure would lynch me for saying this but Legends had become stale, but it is sad to see it go. It’s an historic part of the city and it’s disappearing to make way for a hotel, it’s like the Hacienda story all over again. Inch by inch the concrete evidence of this great city is being eroded for what, hotels and apartment blocks? It’s time we created new cultural landmarks and gave Manchester some new history, and you don’t have to be a born and bred Mancunian to do that.


If I was Mayor for a day I would …

Pass an act to ban Ian Simpson from getting any more development contracts in Manchester. Parkway Gate student accommodation isn’t bad, but Beetham Tower is horrible and the plans for Sharp Street, First Street and a lot of other areas in the city are very similar. Planning permission is approved for a lot of his designs already and soon Manchester will just be full of tall, emotionless, cantilevered glass shit. I would definitely stop him or whoever is approving these plans, Manchester is a city with soul and it doesn’t need soulless modernisation for the sake of it.


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

Ian Simpson, I’d like to find out why he seems to hate Manchester so much! Vendetta aside I think it’d be interesting to see university students’ answers to these questions. All my answers have come from a place of living here my whole life, I never really chose to be here and the city has informed the person I am today. I’d like to get a whole new perspective from someone to whom the city is fresh and new, see what it is that draws them to current day Manchester from the outside.


Monday, 11 June 2012

Manchester: In Residents … #12: Nathan


'With the exception of a few people, I think that notion of being a ‘character’ has gone now...'




What’s your name?

Nathan Cox or ‘Nathan Photo’, depending where I am really.


What do you do?

Photographer/networker/various other titles that probably can’t be repeated here.


Where do you live?

The bit of the city centre they forgot about…


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

I came here almost twenty years ago to study documentary photography (just as it died a death) and fell in love with the place. There was a brief sojourn across a county line, but who can imagine living anywhere else that isn’t the centre of the known universe? Manchester is my home now.


What’s great about this city?

Everything from the chavs to the kids, from the old gangsters to the Village, from the Northern Quarter to United; all beautiful in their own Manchester way.


What’s not so great?

The apathy that seems to be gripping us at the moment. 


Do you have a favourite Manchester building?

Urbis was always my favourite but I’m not so sure now that it’s the new football museum, so I’ll have to say the Royal Exchange, for the way it sums up Manchester, plus it’s my Mum’s favourite place to eat. And I know it’s not a building but I f****** love the Mancunian Way for its bizarreness, so much so that I’m working on a photobook of it, but don’t tell anyone.



Do you have a favourite Mancunian?

Tony Wilson, because he was right.




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

Right, read this as fast as you can, in no particular order: Bohemian Grove [at Islington Mill], Urbis Gardens, Piccadilly Gardens, Harvey Nichols and Selfridges, MMU, the Star and Garter, Soup Kitchen, Cord, Chorlton Green, Mint Lounge, Kraak, Common, 2022NQ, to name but a few……




What do you think is missing from Manchester?

With the exception of a few people, I think that notion of being a ‘character’ has gone now; it’s become a little grey these last few years.




If I was Mayor for a day I would …

Give all the traffic wardens a day off because they work so hard, stop the new developments in favour of redeveloping old buildings, then show me arse on the Town Hall steps cos that’s the bet I had a while ago…





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

Jonny Abstract, the original DJ, or David Eaton, the original photographer





Nathan’s photography can be seen in the Manchester Evening News and on the shortblondehair website, here.

See more 'Manchester: In Residents' interviews right here!





Friday, 16 March 2012

Manchester: In Residents ... #8: Phillip


"I’m always surrounded by incredibly talented, assiduous people ..."




What’s your name?
Philip Hussey

What do you do?
I am a freelance Stage Manager. At the moment I’m based at Manchester’s Royal Exchange Theatre. People ask me what a stage manager actually does and it can be a pretty tricky job to explain because each theatre and each show is so different, but in a nutshell I co-ordinate the practical side of a theatre production, and I look after the acting company. The Royal Exchange is a wonderful place to work as I’m always surrounded by incredibly talented, assiduous people. It can be quite a different story being on tour though, rinsing actors’ tights in a youth club kitchen in Slough, for instance.

Where do you live?
In a flat in sunny Salford with an exceedingly lazy cat.

Tell us the story of how you ended up in Manchester.
I’m originally from a small village in East Yorkshire. I studied Theatre Studies at Bolton University (then Bolton Institute) but I seemed to spend more time in Manchester than Bolton so I moved here in my final year. After I graduated, work (and love) took me to Glasgow for a few years but I ended up back here in 2002. My job takes me all over the country (and occasionally the world) but my base is – and I think always will be – right here.

What’s great about this city?
Manchester is a tremendous, throbbing, cosmopolitan, gritty, radical, creative, exciting, soulful city, and it can be really quite beautiful. I work away a lot, but I always long to come home. As soon as I see the Beetham Tower from the train window I kind of breathe out. There’s something quite magical about the place. I love how I’ve lived here for years yet I’m never short of something new to do or see. It’s a cliché but Manchester really does have almost everything ... except a beach (I know, I went for it, I’m sorry...).

What’s not so great?
Having just said that it’s beautiful, Manchester does have some seriously ugly buildings. Piccadilly Gardens is undervalued and grotty but it could be such a beautiful civic centrepiece. Also the amount of litter around the place can be appalling.

Do you have a favourite Manchester building?
I may be biased but the Royal Exchange never fails to take my breath away, even though I’ve worked there for years. The old Daily Express Building on Great Ancoats Street is also beautiful. Given that it’s around eighty years old, it hasn’t dated one iota. I’d love to have seen its impact on the Manchester skyline back then. It must have looked very ‘Metropolis’.

Do you have a favourite Mancunian?
I’ve a few: Les Dawson, Liam Curtin, Victoria Wood, Nicholas Hytner, Caroline Aherne; and why the heck we don’t make more of Emmeline Pankhurst and Alan Turing in this city I will never know...

What’s your favourite pub/bar/club/restaurant/park/venue?
I’ve always loved the Whitworth Art Gallery. It has some amazing exhibits and it’s a lovely place to wander round. The Royal Northern College of Music Sunday concerts are great. For drinking, I like Sand Bar, Temple Of Convenience and my local, the King’s Arms in Salford. Sandinista is handy after work and is a popular Exchange hang-out. On The Corner in Chorlton does the best coffee. Food-wise, I’m a big fan of Ning, Samsi, Zouk and I love the amazing Ethiopian food at Habesha.

What do you think is missing from Manchester?
A decent market, a more effective tram system, somewhere to go in the evening that doesn’t involve getting bladdered…

If I was Mayor for a day I would …
Close all the city centre roads and have an enormous, traffic-free festival.

Who else would you like to nominate to answer this questionnaire?
D. Lucille Campbell, lead singer of the ace Manchester-based band Help Stamp Out Loneliness.


Miss Julie by August Strindbgerg runs at the Royal Exchange Theatre from 11th April to 12th May.

Thursday, 8 March 2012

Manchester: In Residents ... #7: Andrew


‘This city’s greatest contribution to world happiness came in the squat and lugubrious shape of a comedian, decades ahead of his time...’



What’s your name?

Andrew Moor


What do you do?

I ‘facilitate learning’ in Film Studies at Manchester Metropolitan University. I’m there because I ran away from reality and went to university in 1991 when I was 27. The ‘90s was a decade when absolutely nothing of note happened so I ended up staying at university until 1999 by which time I’d accidentally specialised myself out of all usefulness. My job is almost entirely teaching and admin-driven lunacy but I’d rather be working here at Oxford Road Comp. than down the road at the Chorlton-on-Medlock Finishing School for Daintie Gentel-folke. Every now and again I accidentally stumble into a meaningful teaching-related encounter.


Where do you live?

In a small off-white box in the dormitory-‘burb of Hulme. Newsflash: Hulme lacks charm. It is reassuringly bland, aside from the bile-green luminescence of Asda. After ten years I still can’t find my way around but I don’t think I’ve missed anything. I’m being mean: it’s handy for town, I sometimes see the sparrow hawk whooshing over the university, and last month I belatedly discovered ‘Kim by the Sea’. The pizza was good, the drinks were good, the décor was good, the clientele looked ‘characterful’. It’s a fab place: check it out.


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

I finally left Newcastle in 1999 when I got a lecturing job in Bangor. I thought I liked the countryside. I still miss a lot about North Wales and I go back there all the time, but the ‘Bangorness’ of Bangor caused me to seek out Manchester, it being the nearest place with anything worthy of the name ‘shop’. A gradual relocation happened – just weekends at first – and I’ve been based here for about a decade now.


What’s great about this city?

When I settled in Manchester I thought I’d found the area I wanted to live my life in. I loved the splurging Gothic buildings, the wide streets, the mess (Newcastle is a more classically-restrained gem). I loved the size of Manchester, it seemed manageable: small enough to get about on foot but big enough not to be able to do everything in. I used to have a theory that since London is a city-state unto itself and since it is easily the least English place in England, that Manchester exists as the greatest English city. I love its Northernness too. When you come from Newcastle you are taught that Geordies are (a) everywhere, (b) special and (c) the friendliest people on earth. All I can say is that I lived there for thirty five years, during which time not a single stranger enjoined me in civil conversation. When I moved to Manchester and used to do Saturday morning grocery shopping in Stretford Arndale I had to factor in an extra thirty per cent of time for chatting to women about frozen peas.

What Manchester does best is probably music. For gigs of all sorts, in so many diverse venues, it’s hard to beat. Even at the posh end it has two full symphony orchestras, and when Mark Elder is conducting the Hallé you won’t find a finer orchestra on the planet. There’s been a cluster of club nights over the last ten years which have meant quite a bit to me. I loved being in dank smoky cellars dancing forever while second-hand sweat dripped off overhead pipes. I loved not being able to find my way about at HomoElectric in Legends. I loved it when Club Suicide ran out of beer. Recently I’ve loved nights at Kraak. None of these places were ever my natural habitat though. I don’t go to gigs as often as I used to and I tired of damp cellars – without the smoke you can only smell the mould and the toilets. It’s nice to know these places are there though, and I still get excited for other people when I see them wandering, vaguely lost, down Oxford Road, looking for the Academy.

Most of these feelings hold firm but I sometimes find Manchester a bit limited. I’m often scuttling around the city at a loose end, pining for London (which I find more relaxed, more playful, less psychotic). Conversely, I sometimes find Manchester a little too big and crave somewhere rustic with sky, trees, birdsong…


What’s not so great?

Dear Manchester, your theatre’s rubbish. I’m not sure I’m allowed to say this, perhaps native Mancunians have a reverence for it knitted into their genes ab initio, but (and it pains me to say) The Royal Exchange is fingernail-pullingly rubbish –or to be more precise, dutifully mediocre. The space is awful; it’s almost invariably badly used; the programming couldn’t be duller; and in ten years of patience I’ve seen only two worthwhile (i.e. memorable) productions there (Twelfth Night and the damn-good Matthew Dunster’s Macbeth). It was after an arduous production of Dr Faustus a few years ago that I pledged to never set foot in the place again. A fit of pique perhaps, but my god it was awful. Go to the Liverpool Playhouse/Everyman instead, one of the most exciting regional theatres in the country. Or if you’ve got about twelve hours to spare, engage with the eastward evening traffic and head over the hills to Sheffield. Go to Leeds even, the ‘South of the North’, and try the West Yorkshire Playhouse. Even Stratford is do-able. Let’s hope the revamped Library Theatre will kick-start something. Remember, this city was once home to Annie Horniman and Joan Littlewood!



Piccadilly Gardens. Okay, maybe Manchester isn’t meant to be attractive as a whole; individual buildings are breathtaking but it’s flatly featureless – a City on the Plains – and it’s the dirtiest, most litter-strewn place I can think of, where men piss in the streets with neither anxiety nor regret. But seriously, what collective mental meltdown happened at the Town Hall the day they signed off Piccadilly Gardens? Concrete over most of the only patch of grass in the city: saves on mowers, bulb-planers, pruners... Build a drab office on part of it: it’s a way of grabbing cash and Kro needed to go somewhere, so appealing is Danish cuisine. Stick what I think is a fountain there: it might be the only wash that some of those feral spawnings ever get. But I can’t imagine anywhere in the world, from Albania to North Korea, has anything as unremittingly bleak as that concrete wall. Palestine, maybe? The pissoirs say it all: are they for weeping into? If I ever had a soul, Piccadilly Gardens has destroyed it. Did any of you see Victoria Wood’s That Day We Sang at the Manchester International Festival? Did you hear the collective tear-inducing, bosom-clenching gasp of nostalgia from ladies of a certain age when they screened Kodak slides of Piccadilly Gardens in the 1950s? Those flowers survived the Luftwaffe but like foot-soldiers they fell under the lumpen philistine boots of Manchester’s governors. Shame on them.


Do you have a favourite Manchester building?

I paused a week before answering this, and it needed a walk around the city before the reply towered before me. It’s The Town Hall. It’s vulgar, it screams, it’s obvious, it’s magnificent, and life’s too short for anything other than magnificent, screaming, obvious vulgarity.


Do you have a favourite Mancunian?

This is a tricky question now the Market Street Mincer has minced away, and obviously I never actually spoke to him. An acid-spangled madman with thinning hair and a baggy vest used to turn up on his own and dance ‘uniquely’ everywhere I seemed to be. He was another sight for glad eyes but I don’t know who he was. Google turned up a few good folk, namely Thomas Beecham, John Dee and Alan Turing. Alfred Wainwright gave me the Lake District. Tony Wilson only ever made my spirits rise. I miss hearing his voice. I chatted to him once about biscuits. That said, long-cloistered consideration leads me to the conclusion that this city’s greatest contribution to world happiness came in the squat and lugubrious shape of a comedian, decades ahead of his time; a poet, a craftsman, and a joy: Mr Les Dawson.


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

This is the hardest question. I’ll name-check Chorlton and Sale Water Parks, they make my heart skidaddle nicely. None of the venues or restaurants I can think of tick every box, though if Greens was around the corner I’d be there weekly. Port Street Beer House and the Molly House are the places I’d take a visitor. Because it’s topical and because it’s the place I’ve been most often I have to mention Legends. It would be sad if it left us but I really do believe that a building is just a building, that there’s always another building, and that people maketh the venue.


What do you think is missing from Manchester?

Manchester is the world’s only arctic monsoon district so it would be fantastical to suggest ‘relaxing beer gardens serving gastro-food’. For my money what Manchester needs most is a nice park in the city centre. We only have about four trees. It’s also missing a sensible transport policy (why people voted against the congestion charge is beyond me). Can we please have no private traffic on Oxford Road and an integrated bus service?


If I was Mayor for a day I would...

I wouldn’t seek this position out, but were civic puissance thrust upon me I’d give generous grants to Nick’s Fruit and Veg Stall on Oxford Road and to any outlets selling only vegetarian food and/or second hand clothes and to anywhere screening films made for grown-ups. I’d give Manchester a permanent weekly open-air market-place and double the rates on every litter-producing fast-food shit-hole. And I’d sort out the Old Fire Station travesty on London Road, at gunpoint if necessary.



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

Bren O’Callaghan at the Cornerhouse.



Andrew’s book Powell and Pressburger: A Cinema of Magic Spaces is published with I.B. Tauris. He is also co-editor of Michael Powell: International Perspectives on an English Film-maker (BFI). He is currently writing a book on gay cinema.