“You’ll never find a rainbow if you’re looking down” Charlie Chaplin I kept closing my eyes thinking that I would wake up and it would all have been a fanciful dream. Yet each time my eyes opened again this place did exist and I really was in Bradford!
“Last night me and Kate we laid in bed talking about getting out Packing up our bags maybe heading south I’m thirty-five we got a boy of our own now Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good look around This is your hometown” Bruce Springsteen
“Poor man want to be rich, Rich man want to be king, And a king ain’t satisfied, ‘Til he rules everything” Bruce Springsteen – Badlands Bit of a seasonal rant coming up; get your tin hats on.
It was another rough week for my home town with Bradford afforded the dubious title of the worst place in Britain to live. Time to make a case for the defence then.
The Council’s grand housing plan spanning 2015-30 is soon to be unveiled. Seeking to build 42,100 new houses at an average not far short of 3,000 per annum, this is a staggering figure; it suggests the district will be turned into a gridlocked building site for the next fifteen years.
This morning I observed Bradford Council’s Regulatory & Appeals Committee to support objections to proposals to flatten the old Hutton Middle School to make way for more Toy Town houses.
This week I wandered down to the abyss – Bradford city centre – for the first time in a few years. I packed my United Nations phrase book, stuck the sign on my back saying “crap phone, no need to mug” and set off to Cllr Ear Ring’s Utopia.
My Hometown I am a Bradfordian, born and bred, still living in this tired old place although long since able to admit to being proud to do so.
Next year is a defining year for the City of Bradford; can it reinvent itself as a modern and vibrant city centre or will it be consigned to decades of terminal decline? This week the local comic – Bradford’s Telegraph & Argus – re-hashed for the umpteenth time the “story” that developers Westfield will finally […]
“Quality of life in Bradford is the worst in the UK!” so screamed the headline the other night on the front of the local rag, Bradford’s Telegraph & Argus. Had the rag finally given up on it’s hometown? Or had no drug dealers been convicted leaving it a slow news day? Hot on the heels […]