Promis'd joy!

The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men

Gang aft agley,

An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,

For promis'd joy!

News came a few weeks back that the Council had bought this building and the empty Edwin Davis building behind it. There's a grand plan to demolish both and erect shops, some housing and that thing most vital for a civic entity, an ice rink (every town should have one), the tout ensemble to be known as Albion Square. As I understand it the demolition will go ahead speedily, leaving the mural and a demolition site, no doubt artfully boarded off. Then, well then, as I understand it, the Council go out with a begging bowl and seek a commercial partner to pay for the scheme. Of course if no such partner is forthcoming then there is, again as far as I know, no plan B and the people of Hull face having a scaffolded façade fronting a very pleasant demolition site for the foreseeable future. 

The boarding around the BHS building shows artist's impressions of the scheme, involving encasing the mosaic in a glass atrium. You may draw whatever inference you wish by my inclusion of the waste bin in this picture.

Icicles

A lengthy bit of cold weather does wonders to the Rosebowl fountain in Queen's Gardens. These are the best icicles I've seen here since 2010 and the last big freeze. It's turning a tad milder now so I guess these will be gone soon.

The Weekend in Black and White is here.

Emma and the Beast from the East

Well who would have guessed it a cold spell in winter? The media love this kind  of thing, the Met office warnings from a week ahead foretelling a (Yellow/red alert?) hell on earth, the Daily Express saying (as it always does) this is the end of the world as we know it. So we get the confrontation of "Storm Emma" with the "Beast from the East". And? Well here in Hull there's maybe an inch of snow if you are generous and yeah it's cold, colder than it's been all winter but then cold is what you get in winter. Meh!

The play's the thing ..

I'd be a right old hypocrite if I could tell you anything about this play that was put on last year at the over endowed new Spring Street Theatre, sorry Hull Truck Theatre. Something to do with that old Hull meme of stopping the anointed king entering Hull (with its arsenal) at the start of that ridiculous bloody civil war. I did not go see, I know nothing about it; it may have been the dramatic non plus ultra de nos jours for all I know. I did however like the advert from a few months ago and now I have the opportunity to share it..

The City Daily Photo theme for March is "Play"

Another large bit of a mess

Had a short wander about town for first time in a while and came across the sorry state of the Hull Hole aka the Beverley Gate remains. You'll recall that after a plebiscite the council rearranged the excavation with new seating and so on.  Soon after it reopened the walls, perhaps predictably, became an adventure playground for young and not so young children who were clambering all over even riding bicycles and skateboarding on it. Parents of said children seemingly thinking it was a good idea and parents, as we know, are not allowed to say no any more for fear off being accused of abuse. Naturally the old walls or what's left of them did not take kindly to such misuse and damage was done. So in its infinite wisdom the Council had protective bricks put on top; using lime mortar and the employment of some local college brickwork students. (The Council may have been trying to do this work on the cheap; I couldn't possibly comment). Even as it was being done it was understood that it wouldn't stop idiots (there is no other word) from playing on the walls and so it proved. However the mortar used has also failed and the now the new bricks are falling off as well. And if I'm not mistaken the lime mortar is leaching onto to the ancient bricks making them white and unsightly. The place is now fenced off while yet another bright idea is sought. May I suggest getting in experts who know what they are doing when it comes to repairing ancient monuments not some enthusiastic trainees; oh and stiff fines for anyone climbing on the brickwork.  This is all a bit disappointing and worrying since the Beverley Gate is a scheduled monument of national interest and seems destined to be an even bigger ruin than it already is.

In case you're interested below is an old picture of how the Beverley Gate looked when it was less of a ruin than it is now. What you see above is the left hand base of the gate.

A lost necropolis

They say there is no returning from the grave but that does not stop me returning to Spring Bank Cemetery with a couple of shots of its leafy summer splendour and Victorian taphophilic excess.

The Weekend in Black and White is here.

Tired all the time

This was one of the many very irritating slogans of last year's Kulturfest. You may have read or seen of further recent instalments of fun from this town regarding "gifts" from an itinerant self-promoting defacer of buildings. There's been a wonderful farce as folk twist their moral selves into defending criminal damage of  a protected building as art, the outrage as criminal daubing was itself daubed with a nice coat of paint and so on and so on. The whole thing brought to mind a medieval saintly apparition and how the church could profit from such nonsense ... But I'm too tired to go see the now perspex covered scribbling; you'll have to wait to see if I can be bothered.

The theme for the City Daily Photo is "Tired" so if you'll excuse me I'll go catch up on my sleep.