If you wanted to take off all your clothes, paint yourself tourquoise and strut around Queen's Gardens in the name of 'culture' then you should have gotten your applications in by yesterday. Mr Tunick may be an "internationally renowned New York based artist" (many dispute this) but his repetitious displays of flesh are tedious in the extreme. (Oh look there's another pile of boobs and bottoms neatly arranged on the sidewalk, bridge, city hall, park, mountainside, glacier ... you name it, he's done it) Thankfully I'm not in charge of the Ferens Trust and I don't have to justify spending (no doubt large) sums of money on commissioning this kind of non-Art sensationalist event that is otherwise known as boring crap.
Monday, 16 May 2016
Sunday, 15 May 2016
Milky Way
You can just picture the scene in the Council's road naming department after a new bit of road has been opened up ... at a loss for ideas, scratching their heads (and other bits) for hours until some bright spark pipes up with "Didn't there used to be a dairy nearby?". And so it came to pass.
The weekend in black and creamy white is over here.
Saturday, 14 May 2016
Hanse Day
Hull likes to have a little party every now and again in and around High Street celebrating its past whether Georgian or in this case its links with the Hanseatic League back in the middle ages. Whatever is celebrated the result is folk dressing up in period costumes and lots of stalls selling mediaeval pancakes and so on. The guy above was telling a story, a fairy story about a girl spinning straw into gold who marries a king but who must guess the name of the imp who helped her else he'll take her first born child away....but you know how it is some people just can't keep their big mouths shut: "tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, I'll go to the king's house, nobody knows my name, I'm called 'Rumpelstiltskin'" (and yes, we all what that means, thank you)
He was good at telling his tale but I guess the kiddies already knew the ending; they looked terribly bored ...
The apothecary's hat kept coming off in the wind.
A small replica of a trading boat.
Some Hanseatic high fashion.
Friday, 13 May 2016
Riverside rubble
I think we can say the old Clarence Mill is now gone, well it ain't coming back. But where did those nice trees spring from ...
Tuesday, 10 May 2016
Monday, 9 May 2016
Sunday, 8 May 2016
Liddell Street: then and now
Close to the burnt out school I showed the other day is a patch of grass with a few trees and bushes growing on it. They can't build houses on this land on account of the Cottingham Drain running right underneath it. Twenty or so years ago when I used to live in these parts the place was a scruffy dumping ground for fly-tippers and you'd see the occasional wino making his peace with the world. There was a strange bridge that didn't cross anything since the drain had been culverted decades earlier. There'd be weird tyre tracks where joy riders had obviously been having fun. Oh and every November fifth there'd be an almighty bonfire, often two or three leaving scorch marks that didn't really heal 'til the next November. Anyhow now it's become a play area with goalposts for football (that's posh!) and so on and proper seats for the winos and druggies so they don't get their trousers dirty .... and tolerated graffiti. The strange bridge has finally gone. The posts you can see are to stop twockers using the place as a short cut (spoilsports). Oh and the fly-tipping is still a local hazard.
Saturday, 7 May 2016
Demolition beasts
The old central fire station, or rather the back portion of it, is no more thanks to the quick work of these magnificent machines. The front bit which I posted a few days ago is going to stay as it's protected. There's other work going on with the next door New Theatre which I'll show some other time.
The weekend in black and white is here.
Friday, 6 May 2016
Just show him the door ...
Yesterday we had an election for the post of Police and Crime Commissioner for the Humberside Police force. The incumbent, a man who had overseen the force's decline to being the worst in the country was standing again with the slogan of "Let me finish the job!". Chutzpah! I've just heard he's lost.
There were three other candidates (I almost wrote condidates) but none of them bothered to let anyone know what they stood for so I couldn't tell you about them. Me, I voted for ACAB!
Thursday, 5 May 2016
Corner House
Someone with time on their hands and a lot of paint has neatly decorated the Cornerhouse on the corner (geddit?) of Percy Street and Freetown Way. The lower half reminds me of the modern craze for adult colouring in books, I suppose it's harmless fun. Cornerhouse is a place for youngsters to get (free) advice on sex and relationships and so on. I don't know where the oldies have to go for such things, I suppose we just have to make it up as we go along ...
Wednesday, 4 May 2016
Going to the inevitable
If you have a slightly better memory than me you may faintly recall a post about the old Blundell Street school and its predicament, (here it is). It's had its share of vandalism over the years. The Council is at loggerheads with the owner over a new development, there had been talk of compulsory purchase and well, it's all so sadly familiar. So it was really no great surprise to wake up on Sunday morning to news that this place had been ravaged by a huge fire, no surprise at all; what took them so long?.
There's some neat drone footage from Octovision Media.:
Monday, 2 May 2016
Typical
Nothing special about today's offering. A typical Hull side street, Grafton Street if you must know, with its typical array of terraced housing, typical array of bins on the pavement (they're an obstruction but no-one gives a toss, which is also typical) and its typical white van parked on a double yellow (but really it's on the pavement so that doesn't count).
Today is a bank holiday and the forecast is cloudy with some rain ... typical.
Sunday, 1 May 2016
Hooray, hooray, It's the first of May ...
Cats rely a lot on smelling things out, so I'm told. You've met Bruiser before, here he's pretending to be the great hunter stalking his prey, but it's just another bowl of his favourite slightly rank roast chicken.
City Daily Photo theme for the first of May is 'smell'. Go point your nostrils at what others have done here.
Saturday, 30 April 2016
Nothing rhymes with ...
...orange.
The local rag, unable to come up with anything newsworthy, pretended to send a reporter out to count the barriers in town. I forget the total, it was something like 3,600 of the little orange darlings. I guess we'll just have to put up with them, they won't be here for ever and when they're gone I bet we'll miss them. Strange old world ...
Friday, 29 April 2016
The Polar Bear
The Polar Bear on Spring Bank has gotten itself a pretty new sign, well it's new to me. The place seems to have the decorators in at the moment so maybe it'll reopen soon.
The weekend in black and white is here.
Thursday, 28 April 2016
Inappropriate to say the least
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Bene qui latuit bene vixit. |
So you spend a bit of money buying a lease on a quiet little plot in the General Cemetery, you lay out your dead in simple plain graves with no ostentation and there you might think you'll lie, without attracting much attention, in perpetuity or at least for the 999 years of your lease. But you had not reckoned with idiots (no better word, well there is but this is a family friendly site) plonking ten foot high signs that are just an insult, a desecration if you would, of the whole ethos of the place. No doubt it'll have something to do with the pestilence that goes by the name of 'Culture' and no doubt a grant will have been obtained to create this vandalism.
I don't know who is responsible for this and I can find no record of any planning permission being sought or granted so it's all a bit of a mystery.
Monday, 25 April 2016
A thing from the past
Trawling through some old pictures I came across this from about 2004. I'd totally forgotten about this testament to the welder's skill that used to be on Scale Lane near where the new swing bridge was (eventually) built. I don't know what it was, who made it or where it went. Somebody will know, won't they?
Sunday, 24 April 2016
Fracture lines
It's really not fair, some might say, to juxtapose a broken window with Orchard Park. Orchard Park, the very name conjures up a rural idyll, a place of bucolic bliss. But in reality Orchard Park is home to packs of feral, anti-social, uneducated, despicable untermensch who roam around destroying any last vestige of civilisation...and that's just the children.
Oh I know other cities have far worse places and OP is not even the worst place in Hull but when they witter on about 'City of Culture this' and 'City of Culture that' just bear in mind how utterly irrelevant it all is to Orchard Park and the kindred hell holes that surround this place.
Margot took this picture while we waited for a bus to leafy Cottingham,
where the snobs live, if we are to believe some Hull Councillors.
The weekend in black and white is here.
Saturday, 23 April 2016
#Shakespeare400
In England, on this St George's Day, down the leafy lanes of Cottingham it is heartening to find the Bard's innovative use of language is still finding a voice among the oppressed youth. Innit Blud! (as they often say in these parts)
Friday, 22 April 2016
A pair of cranes
A pair of cranes has taken up residence behind the University's business studies building this Summer as yet more building work gets under way. Somehow the University has put together £25 million or so to build a new bio-medical facility complete with "a mock hospital ward, operating theatre, intensive care facilities and a large lecture theatre". Where will it all end? I should mention that £7 million of this has come from a donation by a very rich (I believe the term 'stinking rich' applies in this case) man who I shall not name here because, well, you can look him up if you're that bothered and he certainly doesn't need any more publicity.
Thursday, 21 April 2016
Another day, another plan, another slogan
This is a slogan of the property development company, Wykeland, eager to make a buck out of redeveloping the old Fruit Market and its surroundings. It is part of a slick marketing operation to sell the (£80 million) plans for not just a hundred or so new homes but a whole 'urban village' lifestyle whatever that may be. Well, judging by the company video, what it appears to be is people of a certain age (no older than 27, I'd guess) giggling, drinking coffee, giggling, drinking more coffee, giggling more (presumably all that coffee sets off a giggle reflex) and so on as they live, work and play and their money pours into the coffers of Wykeland.
The video, so I'm informed, was shot in Shoreditch and Southwark in London as well as in Hull. Those places may well be able to support an 'urban village' lifestyle being situated in the middle of one of the greatest and richest urban populations in the world. The old Fruit Market is surrounded by water on three sides and the hell that is Castle Street on the other and is a crusty pimple on the bottom of one of the poorest cities in Britain. It will be interesting to see if the project gets off the ground.
On a lighter note, if you are into meaningless slogans such as the one above, check out the mind blowing one below. Well D'oh!
Wednesday, 20 April 2016
Ceci n'est pas un tardis
OK I don't know why I haven't shown this antique telephone booth before. It sits in the indoor market and serves no purpose other than ornamentation. I think I can remember it working many years ago as a phone box but that may be one of those false memories you read about in the papers. Something about a row when it was proposed to do away it also surfaces now I come to think about it. There's really not a lot you can say about an old empty phone box that doesn't even do time travel any more ...
Monday, 18 April 2016
Central Fire Station
The Central Fire Station on Worship Street is, like the Central Police Station on Queen's Gardens, no longer in use having been replaced by a new place on Clough Road. I'm posting these because pretty soon the place will be no more. It's being demolished to make way for an extension to the New Theatre and a new £10 million University Technical College. I had to look up what a UTC was; as far as I can make out it's a type of grammar or elite school for the twenty first century with business sponsorships and links the the University. The New Theatre works were going to be held up due the the Council lacking funds (that old sofa trick no longing working). Step in the Chancellor of the Exchequer, no less, with £5 million spare change to save the day. ("He's a very nice man, a very, very nice man" *tugs forelock*)
The place was originally run by Hull City Council hence the city crest.
Then it was run by the now defunct Humberside County Council but it remains a Humberside service, serving both sides of the Humber.
This faded plaque informs that the place was opened on 6th April 1927 by a Mr Crook J.P!
Finally a not very good picture of the front.
Sunday, 17 April 2016
Saturday, 16 April 2016
Contortionist
I know you all appreciate the lengths that I go to in order to bring you photographs of this precious town. I do however draw the line at lying on my side with my feet in the air. I know, I know; I'm such a party pooper. This young athletic chap was quite determined to photograph his model on Victoria Pier from what can only be described as an awkward angle. I do wonder what the model thought of all these callisthenics.
Friday, 15 April 2016
Blue Violet
What else can an aspiring university do with a football pitch that was only used on Wednesdays and as a short cut to the exit other than build a set of halls of residence? There'll soon be 560 students living in accommodation that will be "among the best in the country". When you've spent £30 million you might expect it to a bit classy. I'm disappointed that the stunning pale violet colour is to be covered up with boring cladding and the whole thing will eventually look like this. Dull, almost boring
Thursday, 14 April 2016
Any colour you like as long as it's orange
A veritable fleet of gas platform supply vessels was filling up the usually empty Albert Dock the other day. These belong to a company called Sealion Shipping and clearly they have a favourite colour and they're sticking to it. It's like a hi-vis jacket for boats.
Wednesday, 13 April 2016
Sydney House
I rather liked the look of Sydney House which sits along Adelaide Street and Cogan Street, two tree lined and seemingly pleasant avenues. As council flats go I've seen far uglier ways of housing a lot of people in a small area. Ah but would I want to live there? I'm afraid I am not worthy to share in the delights of having Castle Street on one side, Ferensway on another, the Salvation Army hostel just across the road and a neighbourhood (I think 'community' is the current must-use word these days) that is somewhat high on unemployment, social deprivation and crime. I feel I must leave these pleasures to others more fortunate than myself.
Tuesday, 12 April 2016
Dante woz 'ere
Being the city of culture has obviously brought out the more literary minded graffiti types. This apt warning is on the site of the Department for Work and Pensions medical centre on Stanley Street.
Sunday, 10 April 2016
Vestige
Last time I posted about the Clarence Mill it was half pulled down and well on its way to being a fully cleared site. Well you won't be at all surprised that nothing is ever so straight forward in this wonderful town. I'd already mentioned how slow the demolition was, well 'slow' turned into 'stopped altogether'. Shortly after I posted the contractors, who apparently hadn't been paid for some time, walked off the site and nothing happened for several months. A few weeks ago work started again and so we are down now to this stump and a huge pile of bricks. So what do you reckon? Another year before this place is finally cleared? Or maybe two?
The weekend in black and white is here.
Saturday, 9 April 2016
Friday, 8 April 2016
Wave goodbye to the purple pig
The oddly named Purple Pig restaurant on Trinity Square went belly up last October when the company that owned it put itself into liquidation. A nearby planning sign indicates that it is to reopen as a pub and further research tells me that the pub will be called "The Head of Steam" (*sigh* Pubs used to have such quaint names as the King's Head, the Red Lion or even the Drunken Duck; now all pubs in a chain have the same name). The new owners are Cameron's Brewery from my old home town, Hartlepool, so it's bound to be a great place. I just hope access is restored to these premises as, at the moment, it's just a bit tricky ....
Thursday, 7 April 2016
Police Station For Sale
Having put all their eggs in one basket by moving to Clough Road, Humberside Police now find themselves with surplus empty police stations. One in East Hull went for £300,000 just the other week and this one on Queen's Gardens is also up for grabs. The council had an idea of joining the sale of the station with redevelopment of the multi storey car park behind. A bigger site would attract a higher premium being their thought (for once it's not a bad idea). Now you'd think public services like the police and the council could at least get along well enough to come to some mutually beneficial arrangement. But, as the Police and Crime Commissioner for Humberside plod is of one political persuasion and the council is run by a different party, no agreement has been reached between the two idiotic parties over the future of this place. The PCC is also up for re-election next month so probably wants to get some Brownie points for independence though during his tenure the force has seen the highest burglary rates and been declared 'inadequate' by those who declare these things. He's not all heartless bureaucrat though, recognising that the place will attract vandals and so be unappealing during the year of culture he has promised to have the place demolished if it's not sold by then; leaving an empty brick filled demo site instead to greet visitors to Queen's Gardens. As I say, a thoughtful sort of guy.
Wednesday, 6 April 2016
Maybe things are never as bad as they seem
Here's a rather (too) large panorama of Trinity Square showing the work (ha!) in progress. Andrew Marvell has long gone, the church wall is history as is the large tree that stood on the right of the doorway and those uneven paving slabs of the church yards are probably in somebody's garden as I write. The good news is that the awful Trinity Square layout with its ridiculous seating and tedious brick paving are also gone. Also, in October last year, plans to build a lean-to restaurant up against the church exterior were shelved due to lack of funds; yet another of those things that were planned but are now (thankfully) not going to happen.
Now as far as I can tell the plan is to install something like the image below which I've borrowed from the council's public realm document. I leave it to you to imagine how it will actually look. There seems to be only the vaguest of ideas as to what use this space will be put, cafés and seating and 'events' are mentioned but I don't see that being much different from the present use and that is spectacularly hopeless. If this were any other cathedral city, and let's admit that church is almost as big as a cathedral, it would be surrounded by a cathedral close with many tourist attractions, little stalls, entertainers; something to keep people interested. Here we get the same old "Seating will be installed and again pavement cafes will be encouraged " Pathetic! I doubt that after the initial interest has waned there will ever be that many people in Trinity Square, the odd stray duck perhaps, sitting in those silly little ponds.
Tuesday, 5 April 2016
Red and Blue
This is an old trader's warehouse on High Street that was converted for use as a restaurant some time back. Quite why it's not being used at this moment I don't know, perhaps the neighbours didn't like the colour scheme...
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