On Saturday I ventured out into the tropical Manchester heat.
There was a slight hitch at the bus stop when the notable lack of 192’s heading up or down the A6 became noticeable. Eventually a bus homed into view, bearing the legend designed to crush every commuter’s heart ‘Sorry, Not In Service’
The bus, surprisingly, pulled up at the bus stop, despite some baffled ‘WTF?!’ shoulder and face expressions from me. The driver got out of the cab. ‘Stockport Carnival’ He explained, ‘The parade’s just set off’
Of course. Stockport Carnival is always (at least, I think always) one week after Hazel Grove Carnival, which tends to occur just after Marple Carnival. Entire families have been known to plan their Saturday shop and library run around Hazel Grove carnival, we even moved a birthday party because of it once. But I feel sad this year because Hazel Grove carnival has become a victim of budget cuts at Stockport Council, so this is the last one.
Another bus turned up a few minutes later, and I climbed aboard.
I headed over to Central Library as I haven’t been since it re-opened in March, and I’ve really wanted to see it. It’s very nice but they do still seem to be finishing it off. There are glass lifts and a strong focus on whiteness and large minimalistic spaces. In some ways, it reminds me of the British Library in St Pancras, London, which if it’s intentional, was a good choice of role model. The hand of modern architecture has left imprints akin to those seen at the Library of Birmingham and both Sheffield and Manchester Learning Commons’. It’s not as easy to find your way around Central Library as it was in its previous incarnation.
There’s a lot of new innovations to make room for, such as a media centre, and I’m not mad keen on the lending section being in the basement while things like BFI film booths, performance areas and the café are on the ground floor but it does reflect the way peoples priorities are going on a day to day basis. I’m sure there is stuff going on above the ground floor, but I couldn’t find a way up there.
So, having had a good look, I headed off back down Moseley Street and then over to Market Street to go to Whittard. For once all the various smaller groups of buskers, charity people and religious evangelists had been drowned out by a single voice: There was a Gaza protest going on. I think it was probably the SWP as they regularly pitch up outside Marks and Spencers on Market Street. Anyway, they were very vocally compelling, and were getting a good enough reception for me to be a bit uneasy about it getting out of hand. Not in a 2011 riots sense, but in a mild ruckus in an already far too crowded street sense.
So I decided to take a diversion on the way back to Piccadilly and go back via the Town Hall and Albert Square. In doing so I passed the march that was assembling, this group were a young, mainly Asian group, as angry as the contingent on Market Street, with the same slogans. We reached Piccadilly at roughly the same time, albeit via slightly different routes. The group marching was quite small but seemed to be being policed appropriately and not aggressively or disproportionately. They made up for their number by sheer volume and passion but, even so, the musicians and street market in Piccadilly, including a rather saccharine rendition of ‘Jesus loves the children of the world’ by the gospel choir, soon drowned them out.