Tag Archive | Glasgow vs. Manchester

Fresh Eyes and Fresh Air

Having a friend from Sweden staying with me, I ended up busier than ever over the Easter Break; we did so much that it felt more like a month than just 10 days! We looked around Manchester’s clothes shops, vintage shops, restaurants, and bars. We drank at the Cornerhouse, the Port Street Beer House, Odd, and the Soup Kitchen…I’ve probably forgotten a few others. Come to think of it, that’s probably why we didn’t get much time for visiting museums and galleries. Oops. Guess that will have to happen on another trip. But Easter/Spring Break isn’t all about time off when you’re doing a PhD (when is?), so we also spent time writing, discussing methodologies, musing about new and social media, and working on our literature reviews. Including on the coach North: how’s that for dedication? 😉

Being in Manchester, I’d forgotten how much more space Glasgow has; how much greener it is; and how much more striking the monumental architecture. Being with someone who had never seen the place before, the city suddenly seemed new and different to me as well. The Glasgow bus tour (aimed firmly at tourists) takes nearly 2 hours to go full circuit. Passing through George Square, Glasgow Green, St Andrews Square, Kelvin Park and the Riverside, the city reveals itself as multi-faceted and highly diverse. The scenery, the buildings, the sense of a distinct and designated purpose – i.e. the businesses and activities in a certain sector – change quite markedly as you weave your way through them. At the same time there is a consistency of spirit, some sort of commonalities in the population, that make it hang together. It’s always hard to beat the vibrancy and beauty of the West End. Of course, being in Scotland, we crammed in a range of great food and drink – everything from Japanese noodles and Saki to fish and chips and Irn Bru (the latter during a family daytrip to the coast). Later on, we found ourselves chilling out with cocktails at The Hillhead Book Club, then moving on to the Nice N Sleazy’s Open Stage night, full as always of excellent acoustic guitarists.

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Today, I’m back to thinking about work. Hopefully my next post will be about pilot data gathering exercises and my interviews with academics. Those start on Monday, the first being with two of the guys from MIRIAD and I’m really looking forward to getting started after an excellently hectic wee holiday! I’ll also be moving soon to Chorlton, one of Manchester’s most popular suburbs…so watch this space for updates although I can’t promise I’ll be blogging as much as usual!

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Back in my New Home City

Where city travel is free...and a little bit greener

Back in Manchester at last after a long and relaxing Winter break. Call me crazy – or just a nerd – but I am actually looking forward to getting stuck into my work again! I feel (slightly) bad for neglecting it this long; although naturally enough some renewed energy is often just what a project needs. 🙂

It’s a lot brighter and calmer down here than in Scotland, which was unfortunately hit by some of the worst weather in recent memory. On a happier note, the incredible gale force winds blowing around this week do offer some good news: to the country’s wind turbine fans – among which, by the way, I number. Yes! I would happily have one of these elegant, loud, and beautifully engineered functional sculptures in my backyard. Wouldn’t you?

In other news: over the holiday, I was excited to get a glimpse of the beautiful Onswipe and WordPress theme (designed to be “app-like” and touch-screen specific) that is now applied to WordPress blogs by default when they’re viewed on an iPad. Thanks for pointing that out, Jemster!

A Day of Many Cities

It was hard to figure out yesterday exactly which city I was in.  A rainy afternoon trip to the cinema was delayed by a traffic jam resulting from an Orange Order Parade making its way through the city centre. Did you have any idea that Manchester had an Orange Order? I didn’t – and unlike back home, I am not sure many of the locals did either! Or at least, not what it all might mean. One fellow passenger (yes, I was on the free bus again) explained to a foreign friend that this “was all part of a big Catholic tradition, mainly associated with Scotland, but also Northern Ireland. It commemorated the time when William of Orange and his men had “battled hard” against the dominant Protestants.” Well. Something like that. I couldn’t help but smile as my own distinct lack of knowledge on the subject began to seem like expertise. The bus driver radioed in to inform a depot manager (or possibly his wife) that he would be back late. I counted the number of policemen shepherding the marchers along their route. Just 3 of them. Wow! And not a single well-wisher to clap them on their way. Overall, I think I agree with the irate girl in front of me, whose frustration was conveyed down her mobile: “I mean, there are thousands of new students arriving in the city centre today and they arrange this ridiculous march! It’s the most stupidest thing they’ve ever done! See you in like, 5 hours!”

Eventually, I made it to the Cornerhouse cinema just in time for the late afternoon screening of John le Carré/Tomas Alfredson’s “Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy“. Only, it was such a popular choice, the tickets were sold out. So I wandered around until the next showing, heading up towards Albert Square for a look at Manchester Town Hall and finding…a big red London bus parked outside the main door. It seemed to be part of a wedding – but anyone passing by was free to get on and pose for photographs when the Bride and Groom were inside the Hall saying (let’s hope) “I do”.

A London bus in Manchester. Parked on Albert Square.

So: to Manchester via Belfast – or possibly Glasgow – and London. Then back to London, with some slight diversions through Cold War Hungary and Russia.

This was my second trip to the amazingly comfy red seats of the Cornerhouse (last week was Pedro Almodóvar’s The Skin I Live In) – and the second film of Alfredson’s I have seen, after his version of the brilliantly unconventional and atmospheric vampire story, “Let the Right One In“. The characters in Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy do not draw you in the way the characters in that film did. They are not meant to. However, his conjuring up of a particular almost spell-binding atmosphere is as good here as it was in Stockholm. For the first half hour or so I must admit to feeling that I was watching a series of beautifully composed studies and stills for an exhibition called: “Britain’s 70s”. Which was fine by me. Then Kathy Burke arrived (with her always slightly Eliza Doolittleish “posh” accent) and reminded me there was a plot I was supposed to be following – rather than just admiring lampshades, suits, cigarette packets, and lovingly recreated typefaces and fonts, some of which were deliberately privileged by the camera. Anyway: the acting was superb and muted and the characters almost pitiably pathetic and lost in a strange sort of limbo world haunted by the memories of World War II and Winston Churchill. As Ricki Tarr says to some of the members of the Circus (Tom Hardy as Tarr and his relationship with Russian Irina add a much needed touch of something approaching fire to the film): “Christ, I do not want to end up like you lot”.

The nicest and most unexpected occurrence of the day was being sold my cinema ticket by an old friend from my time as an Undergraduate at Glasgow University! To L&N: I’m looking forward to that drink! 🙂 I also bumped into my new colleague Jo Bates. It really is a not-so-very-large-after-all world!

Tudor Pub & The Wheel - Old and New

At night, the little blue cubes of the Manchester Wheel look like they have been hand-drawn against the sky. It’s a great thing to navigate by, meaning that really, you can’t forget where you are for long.

A New Home

Online, and in that much scarier place: the “real” world. A new home here in Manchester to start my PhD means a whole new environment for me – geographically, financially, intellectually…but only to a limited extent culturally. Glasgow (Scotland), where I was based until last week, is not exactly alien in relation to Northern England – as doubtless any Londoner would attest. One difference that is clear, mind you: here, if you fly a Union Jack, it does not necessarily mean you are a Rangers fan! Then again, you probably would be, if you really had to choose…

The Palace Hotel flies its flags on a Grade II listed building

Maybe my first poll will be The Buchanan Galleries vs. The Arndale Centre. Or how about The Wheel of Manchester versus The Science Centre Tower ? Interesting to know that there is a company specialising in “Tourist Attraction Wheels” world-wide (see the link above). Wouldn’t that have been a fun pitch on Dragons Den? Who could resist telling the Dragons: “I want £500,000 for 20 per cent equity, to reinvent the wheel” ?

Not sure what Glasgow would offer up against The Birdcage, a rather fabulous looking nightclub down the hill from where I’m staying…

Despite a pretty slow net connection, I hope to keep you posted at a decent enough (in non-bandwidth terms) speed! Comments are extremely welcome. The intention is for this to be a two-way rather than a one-way blog.