Two years ago this week we lost the vote (Birmingham lost if I may be so bold) on giving the city an elected mayor, I got on a train to Bristol that night and haven’t really been back since for work, lovelife, miscellaneous reasons. I visit, and talk to...Read More »
There are physical limits on the city, but what are the limits to being counted as her son or daughter?
Londoners negotiate their rights to belong through the soundscape of their districts: born within Bow Bell’s peel and you’re a bona fide cockney, anywhere else you’re just mockney. Northerners can define...Read More »
How do you find the edges of a city, the limits on its space and imagination? You could draw a map and give it borders, put one thing in, one thing out (and shake it all about). You could give it a centre and let its gravity draw people...Read More »