THIS IS IMPORTANT. Crowd-funding in The Public Interest @SheffCityNigel

This is Nigel Slack and he is a man that I trust, at a time when we need them most. Nigel (aka The Public Interest) is crowd-funding to support his continued campaigning & scrutinising of local politics and institutions. He is an independent, non-party political activist, working to represent the people of Sheffield at a time when our faith in the integrity and competence of our institutions is at an all-time low.

Nigel has been working in this capacity on our behalf for five years, in his own time and at his own expense, but we all need to eat. And pay rent. And pay the bills. Here is his appeal and a link to make a contribution.

As a rule, I don’t contribute to crowd-funded projects, I’m a hard sell when it comes to giving out money because, since 2008, I don’t have any. Not literally none, but nowhere near enough to give it to all the deserving causes that I see on my social media every day, and so I’m very picky.

I am making a small, monthly contribution and I urge you to do the same. Even if it is only a few pounds a month, or just a pound a month, with enough contributors, it all adds up and Nigel can continue to represent us in all those balls-aching meetings that we don’t want to go to.

The Public Interest is on Facebook here:
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Please contribute, so that rather than scratching a living serving you you Breakfast McMuffin™, or fulfilling your Amazon™ order of Game of Thrones™ box-sets, or cutting down healthy trees, he will be available to attend Council meetings, give advice and be an independent representative for the people of Sheffield.


Park Hill: administrative evil and the scandal that keeps on giving #ParkHill #Sheffield #Milgrams37

A year or two ago, a friend posted a comment on Facebook that she was going to be interviewed on local radio and did anyone have suggested answers to the question “What would you do if you won the Lottery?”. I replied “I’d buy Park Hill and convert it into social housing”. She chose suggestions a bit more warm and fuzzy, but that is what I would have said, had I been asked.
But no-one would ask me that question because no-one wants to hear that answer. I have already been quite outspoken about Sheffield City Council’s and Urban Splash’s failure to complete the redevelopment of Park Hill, its gentrification and also the inappropriateness of the proposed change of use of part of it to artists’ spaces when there are people sleeping in tents and doorways within its own curtilage. You can read my original post here:

On Saturday 30th September 2017, I attended the opening of an art exhibition in a recently reclaimed car park, overlooked by the Duke Street wing of Park Hill that is earmarked to be converted into artists’ spaces for S1 Artspace.

I spoke at some length with Mark Latham, the Development Manager for Urban Splash, and he was very polite to me, as I was to him, but I tried to press him on certain issues about the development, including the change-of-use of part of the site, the lack of completion of the housing units and the effective social-cleansing caused by the pricing of the new units.

I am sure he has had a lot of stick over the years and is used to it, and he handled me pretty well, but much of what he said amounted to “we don’t have the money”, “ooh yes, neoliberalism is a bad thing” and “ but what can we do?”. It was like punching bag of feathers and, being an admirer of Gandhi (although I am not strictly a pacifist), that is the only punching I approve of these days.

One question Latham didn’t answer was when I asked him will the rest of the dwelling units really be finished by 2022 (the current predicted finish date, confirmed by him). I’m no developer of property but there looks like a lot to be achieved in only another five years.
However, the failure of this redevelopment is written large across the skyline of Sheffield city centre, and this is an example of what Guy Adams referred to as “administrative evil”. Sound excessive, I know, but Adams, and Philip Zimbardo (the designer of the Harvard Prison Experiment) have written and spoken widely about “technical rationalism”, that is, the retreat from ethical decision-making to rule-based abdication of responsibility.

An early version of Guy Adams’ book is available online as a PDF:
The book is here:

Also look up Stanley Milgram’s infamous experiment where he found that 37 out of 40 people will continue to follow instructions, even if they believe it to be causing genuine, physical distress to another person.

There is a lot more to say about this and I will elaborate more on administrative evil in subsequent posts.

I also asked Latham if he had seen the recent documentary “Dispossession: The Great Social Housing Swindle” (2017 Velvet Joy Productions & 215 Productions) but he had not heard of it.

I was at the screening of this film at the Showroom Cinema in Sheffield on 25th July 2017 and, although it is not featured in the film, Park Hill got a mention during the Q&A. I did not get the impression that Latham is a dishonest person, and I’m sure he would have acknowledged the documentary if he had heard of it, but I left feeling deeply unsatisfied with his brushing off and his nothing-we-can-do attitude.

I’m afraid it’s not good enough and it’s not true either.

If Urban Splash wanted to do something about the 600-or-so housing units that have been rendered uninhabitable (in order to prevent them being squatted), they could do something. Maybe they could could temporarily convert 20 or 30 of them into basic living units for nothing more than getting those unsightly rough sleepers out of Primark’s doorway, or those pesky people sleeping in tents and spoiling the hipsters’ view from their bijou flats. If they have no money (which I don’t believe), maybe Latham and the other employees of Urban Splash could take a pay cut to fund it? Or maybe they could borrow money? With the Bank of England’s base rate at 0.25%, surely they could get a pretty cheap loan? But maybe their business is not sound enough to be a good risk, remember what happened last time the banks lent money to the sub-prime sector.

Or maybe the City Council could borrow the money, like they did to build a new office block for HSBC.

Last but not least, maybe Urban Splash could sell one of their assets, rather like our local authorities are required to do, in order to fund the completion of the Park Hill redevelopment? Silly me, in a neoliberal world, as Noam Chomsky put it, profit is privatised and risk socialised, so why should a business that bought an asset for a song, subsidise the undeserving poor? It is easy to forget that private businesses get the benefit of socially-funded infrastructure all the time. Healthy, educated workers are the product of the publicly funded National Health Service, and publicly-funded schools and their goods are transported on publicly-funded roads.

However, in Thatcher’s Britain “there is no such thing as society. There are individual men and women, and there are families.” Or, these days, it might be more accurate to paraphrase – “there is no such thing as society. There are individual shareholders and vice-chancellors, and there are corporations”.

But what can we do? I have asked myself that question over and over for years and the answer became obvious, eventually – do something. However, this immediately leads to a further question – do what?

My income halved in 2008 but I can still find a few pounds a month to donate to Sheffield’s Cathedral Archer Project, a non-religious charity supporting homeless and vulnerable people. I also volunteer for them, and in the past have volunteered for Sheffield HARC (homeless and rootless at Christmas) and contributed to the Sheffield Homeless Shoebox Appeal.

Maybe Urban Splash could volunteer staff for the Archer Project’s breakfast club, where local businesses help cook and serve food for the clients. Maybe they already have and I have no doubt that the staff of Urban Splash, their executives and their shareholders do lots of good things that I am unaware of. But they have still failed to achieve the really important thing that needs achieving.

Tonight, Friday 13th October 2017, I will be sleeping out in the streets of Sheffield as part a fundraising and awareness-raising event for the Cathedral Archer Project, organised by the Academy of Chief Executives. Maybe the chief executive of Urban Splash will be there. Maybe the chief executive of Sheffield City Council. As Mark Latham can tell them, they probably don’t want to sleep next to me.

But this event is not going to get anyone off the street, is it? Maybe not directly, and neither is the venting of my self-righteous, middle-class spleen, but it is doing something. And if I do a little bit, and another person does a little bit, and lots of other people do a little bit, then it can add up to a lot. But I’m a nobody. I can give a little bit of money and wash up in the Archer Project’s kitchen, but I don’t have enough influence to make a big enough difference, and this is where institutions, corporations and the wealthy need to break out of their apathetic moral torpor, and put their money where the hungry mouths are.

I know it all sounds very melodramatic but I grew up in this area and have been coming to Sheffield my whole life I have never witnessed this widespread homelessness and rough-sleeping in Sheffield until the last few years. Something is very rotten in the state of England and Mark Latham and the other decision makers, executives and shareholders at Urban Splash, along with the councillors and council officers at Sheffield City Council, need to examine their consciences and ask themselves are they one of thirty-seven or one of three?

Fiddling while Rome warms -or – Who needs trees when we have better value & greater choice?) #PostCompetence @sheffcitycouncil @SheffTreeAction @AmeyHallam


If you want to know what I think about the problems and solutions facing our environment, all you need to do is read two things, and they are both children’s stories. The first one is “The Lorax” (1971) by Dr. Seuss, and the other is “The Man Who Planted Trees” (1953) by Jean Giono. If you didn’t read them before your teenage years, you need to read them (or watch them) right now.

I am not a professional ecologist but, more recently, it only took the reading of one article to understand the value of trees, hedges and wildlife to protect urban areas from flooding. That article was written by George Monbiot in 2015. He has written about flooding and flood prevention on many more occasions and it turns out it’s not exactly rocket science.

The issue of trees and the felling thereof is not a trivial matter, but a matter of life and death. Not only do they protect us from damaging winds and devastating floods, trees accommodate wildlife that is not catered for by any number of students flats or prestigious retail developments. That wildlife that I am referring to is the birds and bees. Literally, the birds and bees, and if you do not know about the significance of the interdependence of species then I suppose you must have never gone to school.

And that leads us directly back to Sheffield City Council. If those people in the Council do not acknowledge how dangerous the situation is, they should be removed from office immediately. They have either been financially motivated or they are simply not competent to make decisions that affect the lives of hundreds of thousands of people.

It actually made it into the pages of The Guardian that there is a battle raging between Amey, one of the Council’s private contractors, and the people of Sheffield over the cutting down of trees. Amey is cutting down trees that are potentially going to interfere with their road works and hence it is cheaper for them to remove the trees rather than repair any damage.
It even made it onto The One Show on 2nd January 2017.

Facile dummies like Councillor Bryan Lodge and Leader of the Council Julie Dore should be removed from their posts immeditately and prosecuted for gross misconduct. People who are demonstrably unfit for their jobs need to be deprived of them. If either of them were remotely competent, they would have already resigned in protest of the conditions of the PFI contracts.

In reality, Amey is far more responsible for the erosion of Sheffield’s streets than all of our trees put together. Their negligence in repairing our roads has left many of them in such poor condition (the worst I have ever known in my lifetime) that it is necessary to slalom up and down Sheffield’s seven hills in order to protect your vehicle from being battered by the potholes. Recently, I tweeted Amey asking if they would be issuing risk assessments for the roads, having just witnessed a child falling due to stepping in a pothole deep enough to be a trip hazard. That’ll show ‘em.

This is an example of the “better value” and “greater choice” that we were promised by privatisation that was just a lie, all the way back to Margaret-fucking-Thatcher.
It’s a mire of misinformation, but the real issue is not about maintaining house prices, or preserving “a bit of greenery” for kurbside appeal, it is about maintaning a functional ecosystem, without which we, and our children will be dead.

Unfortunately, I suspect Amey employs more accountants than ecologists and I have no doubt that the local authority has either failed to, or been prevented from, providing adequate oversight of their contract. Private Finance Initiative (PFI) contracts are not subject to Freedom of Information (FOI) requests and as such we don’t know what they are or are not required to do or what they get paid for it.

I believe many people are truly ignorant of environmental issues and the threat that they hold to us and our descendants. I recently attended a demonstration outside Barclays Bank in central Sheffield protesting them to cease funding hydraulic fracture mining (fracking). There weren’t many people there, and I noticed that those giving out leaflets mostly bypassed me. I think it was because I was dressed in all black workwear, rather than the ethically-sourced, rainbow-painted gear adorning most of the others. Don’t take that the wrong way, I have nothing against the hippies, but I think they probably thought I was the official police informer.

Not a very good one, apparently, but it belies a more significant issue. It seems that the majority of the population, including the hippies, see environmental issues as something that only tree-huggers and militant vegans care about, and the lentil-weavers and yummy-mummies don’t think that those of us that are none of those things can still understand the problems.
And they’re right.

Most people do not understand ecological destruction as the existential threat that it is, far more than evil migrants stealing their jobs or bomb-making jihadis in every corner shop. And a lot of them just don’t give a fuck, although they will once they have to buy their drinking water from Nestlé.

I am seriously worried about my own future, and I am only expecting to live another 30 years or so. But anyone younger than me, and especially anyone with children, needs to get their shit together on this. It is a dangerous delusion to think that we can just keep eroding the environment and that technology will save us because it fucking won’t. The precedent is quite the opposite. We already have a shit ton of amazing technology that has done nothing to protect our environment.

You won’t hear about it on the BBC but Fukushima has been dumping hundreds of tons of radioactive-contaminated water into the pacific ocean for years and there is currently no solution to the problem. In another 10 or 20 years, there will be nothing left alive between Japan and the US.

Apart from Godzilla, of course.

I do not wish it, but maybe if London is badly flooded, or some of the plutocrats actually lose money, or Theresa May’s leather trousers get water-damaged, then maybe we will get some meaningful action. In the meantime, get angry, get active and do not take “but what can I do?” for a fucking answer from your local representatives

Great Exhibition of (What’s Left of) The North – or – Fuck you, I won’t like what you tell me #GXN #GEN #GreatExhibitionOfTheNorth

No credit given, but I found it here:

In April last year, I attended an evening event entitled “Everything’s Better in the North” where we endured a series of presentations by residents of Sheffield telling other residents of Sheffield about how good Sheffield is. All good people, and if you were one of those presenters (and you know who you are) please do not be offended. But I don’t need to spend two hours of my life being told that everything is going to be alright when it’s abundantly clear that it’s not.

I grew up here. Not in Sheffield itself, but in this area, and I have been coming into the city regularly for my whole life. I didn’t move to live here until 2003 but I have spent almost all of my adult life living and working in the Sheffield city region.

The speaker from Sheffield City Council did the usual thing of claiming Sheffield is well placed, amongst other things, by being next door to the Peak District, and I grew up believing that the Peak District was a special place, but I was wrong.

The Peak District is an artificially-maintained, ruined landscape. Before the Middle Ages, the whole area was forest. In fact, pretty much all of Britain was forest until it was cleared for the purposes of farming, burning, or to build ships for war and colonisation. That might seem like a long time ago but in geological terms, a few hundred years is not even the blink of an eye. In ecological terms, however, it is plenty of time to fuck up our environment.

Name those dystopias.

Moorland is a stunted wilderness, maintained barren by what George Monbiot refers to as the great white plague. That is, sheep. There is nothing natural nor beautiful about grouse moors. They are a barren wasteland, maintained as such as a playground for the undeserving rich and we should not be celebrating that fact.

I, too, love living in Sheffield, but where I fall out of line with many of the people who are active in the creative, business and marketing sectors is that I do not subscribe to what I would characterise as an destructively uncritical positivity-cult.

Somehow, it has become understood that to be critical is to be negative, and anything other than unfettered enthusiasm is disloyal to our home city. But someone needs to talk about the uncomfortable truths and, in the absence of any other willing soul, that someone is me.

These days, Sheffield is a shit-hole. It’s sacrilege to say so, I know, and it’s getting worse. Not all of it, of course, and there is plenty to be proud of, but also there is plenty here that we should objecting to, rather than celebrating.

Our roads are in the worst state of repair as at any point in my lifetime, homelessness is now as commonplace in Sheffield as it used to be as a cliché in London, public services are being eroded at the same time as banks and corporations are making record profits, wages are falling and employment opportunities are reducing. Publicly owned land is being sold off to corporations, and town planning control has been eviscerated to the point where we are witnessing the most poorly planned and brutal urban redevelopment since the 1960s.

The Moor Market.
The Moor Market.
Fitzalan Square, the heart of Sheffield’s vibrant financial sector.

Interesting times, and unless we do something about it, there is worse to come.

But now the Conservative government has offered the carrot of funding for The Great Exhibition of the North. The stick, of course, is not critcising the most corrupt and incompetent government in British history.

Having watched the promotional video, representing Sheffield’s bid and featuring University of Sheffield’s Professor Vanessa Toulmin, Chair of Museums Sheffield, Kim Streets and director of Sheffield Theatres Daniel Evans, I understand their dilemma and I sympathise. Although that is no compensation for their vacuous complicity.

Kim Streets enthuses about the “great spaces” available for the exhibition whilst standing in the Millennium Gallery, but fails to mention how many staff have been laid off by Museums Sheffield in the past few years due to austerity-led funding cuts, or the shortened opening hours of these great spaces. Professor Vanessa even has the disingenuous hubris to use the term “Northern Powerhouse”, having fully absorbed and regurgitated the Tory propaganda. She’s a highly-qualified academic and social historian and should know better.

Five million pounds sounds like a lot of money and like it would do the region some good, but it’s not. Not only is it a tiny amount, given the size of “The North”, but if the aim of the exhibition is to celebrate what we have, or what we achieved in the past, it belies the elephant in the region.

That is, what we have lost.

Arts and cultural activities are, mostly, the indulgences of the middle classes, and a large proportion of the population (the same people who regularly receive nothing from arts and cultural funding) will receive nothing of value from money spent on exhibitions, craft classes, seminars and walking tours.

The disenfranchised of Sheffield and “The North” will not be re-enfranchised by the enthusiasms of academics, administrators and curators. Nor will they benefit from the fees paid to accountants, solicitors and technicians, employed to enable such a celebration.

And the so-called “legacy fund” of £15 million for the whole of “The North” is little more than the retirement package of now-retired Royal Bank of Scotland (RBS) chief Fred Goodwin (real name, honest).

Maybe some of that money could be used to repair the roads in “The North”, or maybe the PFI corporations charged with the task are restoring them back to their pre-tarmac days by uncovering all the cobbles and setts of yesteryear.

A61, the main southbound A road in Sheffield.
Gleedless Road. Last week, I saw a toddler fall in this pothole, it is so deep.

The problem I see with this kind of festival (and I have worked on, and been to, many of them) is that it will be primarily comprised of activities of consumption and distraction, created by middle-class people, for middle-class people and selected & funded by middle-class people. Artisan bread and carbon-neutral circuses.

But we could say no.

Conditions here in “The North” are now worse than at any other point in my lifetime and pretending that everything is going to be alright is a deluded fantasy. Rather than singing “God save the Queen”, we should be singing “Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!”.

That might seem angry but this is what I grew up on:

For many years, a regular sight in Sheffield city centre was a man carrying a banner, claiming “The End Is Nigh”. He always seemed a little out of place, wielding his melodramatic warning amid the thronging shoppers of Fargate.

But just the other day, walking along The Moor, Pinstone Street and Fargate was like one of the continuous follow-shots from Alfonso Cuaron’s “Children of Men” (2007), the streets lined with religious zealots, worn-out beggars and passive-aggressive chuggers, every one of them hussling for money and salvation.

The end was nigh, after all, although I didn’t know how nigh, and now I do know, the end is even nigher.

I never expected to be the angriest voice in the village during my own middle ages. But where is the protest? I was a young adult at the end of the 1970s and beginning of the 1980s but I do not see any of the anti-establishment, anti-authoritarian rebelliousness in young people today, just when we need it most. They seem to be too busy watching “Game of Thrones”, or playing Minecraft, or else whacked on energy drinks, too distracted to recognise what a sterile, debt-ridden dystopia they are growing up in.

There’s plenty of money about. Not in Sheffield, of course, but ask Google, ask Apple, ask Barclays or maybe even ask the Bank of England who conjured £375 billion of funny money in 2009 to support a group of businesses, supposedly too big to fail, whose operational practices are indistinguishable from organised crime.

And they did it again, only a few weeks ago. And it’s not working. Again.

Lloyds Bank who have doubled their profits in the last year but are now laying off 3,000 staff and closing branches. No doubt a few in Sheffield and lots in “The North”.

“Every day, we’re busy helping our millions of customers get to where they want to go in life. Lloyds TSB, for the journey.” Yeah, the journey to the local Job Centre Plus. God bless their crooked hearts.

We now live in a world of post-factual journalism, post-responsibility politics and post-competence institutions.

And this brings me back to the Great Exhibition of the North. The very name betrays a divisive cynicism only conceivable within the distorted mind of a Westminster-based “special adviser” to the most corrupt and destructive government in British history.

I genuinely apologise to anyone in Sheffield that I might have offended by suggesting that their endeavors are futile but, if it’s any consolation, I include my own. Especially in the creative & arts sectors, we have lied to ourselves for years that everything will be alright, and if we do this project or that job, or another exhibition for nothing or very little, it will lead to some sort of deferred future “success”.

But it didn’t, and there is no precedent to think it ever will.

The promised funding is nothing more than a bribe to keep “The North” quiet and those people who have contributed to the application should be ashamed of their complicity in such shallow and cynical manipulation.

And maybe the proposed date of the Great Exhibition of the North, summer 2018, is coincident with the proposed start of fracking operations in “The North”. Theresa May has just announced personal bribes for local residents affected by fracking.

I hardly think that such politically-savvy professionals will have missed the significance of the timing. I wonder if the Great Exhibition of the North will include an exhibit about unconventional gas extraction? Or the increase in homelessness? Or banking fraud? Or the 45% loss of invertebrate species in the past 35 years.

I doubt it.

But an exhibition celebrating all the good things about “Not London” will seem pretty sick when your water has been poisoned and your house condemned due to earthquake-induced subsidence.

If Sheffield wins the bid, I’m sure The Great Exhibition of the North will be about much more than stainless steel, Park Hill and Henderson’s Relish (like most exhibitions in Sheffield are), but I hope the people involved will look beyond the end of their own suburban gardens and consider how to include those in our city and region that are unrepresented by middle-class professionals: those without homes, those without status and those without disposable income.

And in the meantime, I say fuck you, I won’t like what you tell me.

Rebooting Eden (build it and they will come) #Sheffield #Rooftop #Garden

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I used to think that technology would set us free. But it didn’t. It simply served to enslave us to a treadmill of empty promises and planned obsolescence.

I used to think that if I worked hard, then I would be rewarded in proportion to that effort. But I was not. I worked harder and harder, and each time being offered less.

I used to think that art would save the world, but it hasn’t done so far and I’ve made a lot of art.

That’s why I took up gardening.

Have you noticed that they are no birds? Not literally zero, but when I was growing up, our suburban gardens were alive with sparrows, robins, blackbrids, great tits, blue tits, bullfinches, chaffinches and crows. But no more. When was the last time you saw a wild chaffinch? The only birds I see regularly in Heeley, Sheffield are magpies, and in the city centre; pigeons and occasionally starlings. And what do magpies, starlings and pigeons have in common?

They are all scavengers. They can live on human waste.

And why are there no birds? Because there are no insects. And why are there no insects? Because we humans have made our environment so sterile, so hostile to living things that not even common houseflies can survive.

And they live on shit.

Only a few weeks ago, I was at an outdoor festival in rural farmland, just outside Sheffield. I watched people spraying themselves with insect repellent. I didn’t bother, no need. There weren’t any any insects to repel.

I learned about the inter-dependency of species at junior school, before I was eleven. My parents took me to the Centre for Alternative Energy in Machynlleth, Wales when I was a pre-teen and I grew up under the misapprehension that everyone new about global warming and peak-oil (although I don’t remember that term from the 1970s), and I am ashamed to say that I just always thought that “we” would take care of it because “we” already knew about climate change, approaching resource scarcity and potential ecosystem collapse.

I was wrong, and now we are witnessing the greatest die-off of species since the dinosaurs looked up and said “What was that loud bang?”.

And it’s my fault as much as anyone else’s.

My parents still live nearby, in a dormitory village where I grew up, mostly populated by middle-class control-freaks. My mother told me about the recent chafer beetle saga scandalising their neighbours and how many of them have had their lawns pumped full of insecticide to combat the creeping terror that anything less than the green, green grass of home should exist outside their picture-windows.

Sure enough, chafer beetles are a bit of a pest if you desire a perfectly manicured lawn, but they used to feed the swifts that nested in the eaves of my parents’ bungalow. But no longer.
A reported 80% die-off of bees is what either a professional ecologist or even a junior school student might characterise as A VERY BAD THING.

I’m sorry to confuse you with technical terms but this shit just got real.

Build it and they will come, so they say. Well, that is a paraphrase from the film “Field of Dreams” (1989 Philip Alden Robinson) in which a farm owner razes his crops to build a baseball diamond. Unfortunately, aspirational optimism, unlimited urban development and competitive sport are yet to save our ecosystem from its imminent collapse.

But I’m sure your get the point. Sure, build it and they will come, just make sure you build the right thing.

And here is the hope. Two years ago, we dug up our own lawn and planted vegetables. We didn’t have much of an agenda except a policy of growing food with no chemical fertilisers and no pesticides. That same year, we had wolf spiders mating in the insect garden I built, and bees in the neighbour’s tree.

I haven’t done a survey, but this year we have at least five different species of spider, four species of bee, along with weevils, mites, ants, butterflies and moths that were not present only two years ago. And that is in a cultivated garden.

Build it and they will come. And sure enough they did. All we had to do was not kill every living thing that moves on the earth.

And this is where I get to the point. I have volunteered to be the lead in a rooftop garden project at DINA Venue in Sheffield city centre. The idea is not my own, but I have put myself forward to be the hands and feet to make it happen.

DINA is the old Cutler pub & Stardust bar on Cambridge Street (behind John Lewis). Friends of mine, Deborah and Malcolm, have negotiated use of the building on an indefinite basis until it is demolished, as part of the much-delayed retail redevelopment of Sheffield city centre. They (with the help of many volunteers) have reclaimed the building from the squatted squalor it was left in and made it into a usable venue again. On the second floor, there is a large, flat roof. It’s a sterile space, but is sheltered on all sides and has abundant light and pitched roofs on three sides for rain collection.


The garden might be a one-year project or it might go on for several years. Whatever the timescale, we will be building an insect-friendly, zero-pesticide rooftop garden to foster wildlife and grow vegetables and flowers, and when it ends, the plants and resources will either be moved to a new location, or distributed to other gardens.

And this is where you come in. We have no money, and because there is no practical access for the general public, we are not likely to be eligible for any funding. So we need to beg, steal or borrow, well, everything. We need planters, water butts, garden tools, compost, seeds and soil to turn this nadir into a zenith.

Please get in touch if you have anything to contribute, no matter how modest. We will be gathering equipment and resources from now on, with a view to starting planting in February next year and a full growing season spring to autumn 2017. I’m a novice gardener and only in year two of my experience, but I’m taking advice from landscape professionals and experienced gardeners, and I am the go-to grunt on the job.

We hope that this project (and there are no doubt others) will be an awareness-raising focus for bio-diversity, sustainability and food quality, and will make a tangible contribution to fostering inner-city wildlife.


There are those who believe in the “magic bullet” of some unspecified innovation that will happen at some unspecified point in the future that will solve all our problems. It hasn’t happened so far and there is no precedent to believe that it ever will. Innovation has brought us glyphosate, GMOs and factory farming. And now we have tasteless food, infertile crops and the decimation of our ecosystem.

I used to think that all the answers were in the future, but now I realise that they were already in the past.

Advanced technologies, ideological politics, complex financial instruments and even participatory art have, so far, proved worthless in avoiding our imminent demise, so let’s go old-school. We already have all the technologies and techniques needed to establish and maintain a sustainable environment that can feed and shelter everything and everyone. We just need to stop destroying and start rebuilding.

Build it and they will come. But make sure what you build is not a Primark the size of a castle, or a 20-storey ghetto for Chinese students, or a car park over a casino.

Build [a garden] and they will come [back].

To hell in a hand-cart -or- Be careful what you protest-vote for #Brexit #SpecialRelationship

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In October 2014, I worked as the event technician at an afternoon conference at a hotel in Sheffield. With hindsight, I wish I had paid more attention, but one of the speakers said something that really sticks in my mind; a man from Kier (one of the PFI construction and infrastructure contractors to Sheffield City Council) said, during his presentation, “It’s no secret that the US military want to move all their European operations to the UK, and we want a piece of that action.”

I’m paraphrasing because I didn’t make an audio recording and I didn’t write a transcript at the time, but it’s come back to haunt me in the light of our recently passed referendum on EU membership. I didn’t sign a non-disclosure agreement, nor was I asked not to repeat anything I heard at that meeting and, apparently, it’s no secret.

He didn’t go into detail, and I cannot recall well enough to know if he meant actual military bases, or the stationing of aircraft, or simply administration. Or maybe he meant the so-called “black sites”. Outside of the EU, and without that tiresome Human Rights business, the UK would be a very convenient strategic location.

I have heard no mention of this since, on any media channel, and it might not be what it seems, but I can’t help being reminded of the so-called “special relationship” between the UK and US, so beloved of Reagan and Thatcher, as well as Churchill and Roosevelt. A special relationship between two countries sounds like a good thing, but what it eventually revealed itself to be was the use of RAF Greenham Common as a base for US nuclear bombers, and and our own nuclear power industry supplying the US with plutonium for the warheads.

Make no mistake, when I refer to “Americans” in this context, I do not mean the people of US nationality, I mean the establishment of the USA. That is the CIA, the NSA, the military-industrial complex, the National Rifle Association (NRA), the privatised prisons, the medical insurance companies, big pharma, fast-food corporations and the blood-sucking financial speculators of Wall Street. The government-corporate complex in the UK is corrupt to the core, but almost a paragon of virtue compared with the United States.

Over the last 30 years, Britain has been actively diminished by the greedy obsessions of Margaret Thatcher’s denial of society and the promotion of consumption and selfishness, and my motives are a lot more complex than just wanting to grab a piece of that action without considering its consequences.

I voted Remain (warts and all) because every time I go to a European country I am delighted by the experience, although often ashamed of my own association of being English / British. Because we have a reputation, hard-won, of being drunken, thuggish and ignorant. I aspire to be more European, not less, but there is a much more frightening spectre at this particular bonfire of the cultural vanities: the United States.

Without the protection of the European bloc, I worry that the paid-for shills in the UK Conservative party have already made a pact with the devil, and I do not want the UK to be the jumping off point for the US’ military coups, “extraordinary renditions” or democracy-bringing in Europe or anywhere else.

I voted remain for two reasons: becasue I want to be more like Europe (warts and all) and because I do not want to live in the fifty-first state of the USA.

“Everything of value has been removed from this property.” The scandal that is Park Hill #ParkHill #Sheffield


Dear Sheffield, Park Hill is a scandal so please stop celebrating it. It’s sacrilege to say it, I know, and I am one of the few people that would have happily seen the place razed to the ground rather than converted into ”new homes to buy from £100,000”. Park Hill was built as what we now call social housing, but what we used to call council housing, which were available to rent at reasonable rates for those whose financial situation would not enable them to buy a house. Yes, that’s right, this was one those evil socialist schemes that rebuilt the country and replaced slums after the Second World War.


However, Park Hill was a monumental fuck up because it was designed without including many of the amenities required within easy reach in order to sustain a community:- shops, schools, medical centres, entertainment, pubs etc. There were all of those things, but not accessible enough for anyone other than those fully physically able, which is what led to the isolation of many people living in those estates.
I am no stranger to drinking, but when I lived in Park Hill, I never visited either of the pubs that were compressed like a fist in a vice at the ground level of the flats. Not because I am a snob, but because they both looked more like a threat than a promise.

Park Hill was a scandal when it was first built, due to the failure of those who specified it, and it was a scandal again, a generation later, when it was used a sink-estate for poor people and problem families.

I lived in Park Hill for 18 months in 2003/4 and had to move out due to the pressure of the imminent reposession & redevelopment of the flats. Internally, the flats were really good, although your doormat was only one step away from a dystopia convincing enough to feature as a ready-built set in several movies.

I’ve heard people blame Le Corbusier for the dehumanising brutalism of the 60s and 70s, but his vision was of “streets in the sky”, not “featureless & disorientating, unnaturally long prison blocks in the sky with no nearby amenities”.

Before the newly refurbished units were actually for sale, I attended a talk by employees of Urban Splash about the redevelopments and was genuinely impressed (at the time) by the amount of thought that had gone into ameliorating the physical and social problems of the site. But given the enormous delay in completion, and the “from £100,000” business, I now see Park Hill as nothing more than a land-grab by a rapacious corporate organisation that has deprived Sheffield’s people of a huge amount of affordable housing.

Ironically, the “Scottish Queen” pub (presumably named after Mary Queen of Scots who was for a time imprisoned at Manor Lodge, the source of the name of another historically infamous sink estate in Sheffield) has been gutted and turned into a demographically-opposed art exhibition space.

It gets worse. Today, I read a short, online article by Artists’ Newsletter (AN) about how Sheffield-based S1 Artspace has attracted £1 million towards a redevelopment of the Duke Street wing of Park Hill for “artist studios, creative workspace, live/work flats, production workshops and an education space”. The article is factually inaccurate so I don’t know how much of that cool million is actually at the disposal of S1 or whether their bit is part of a larger project.

AN refer to Park Hill as being “derelict”, but it was not derelict before Urban Splash took ownership. There were nearly a thousand habitable dwellings in 2004, but now there are at least 700 of those dwellings empty, and not just empty, uninhabitable. During my previous visit to Park Hill, on 24th October 2015, there was debris and litter showing the remains of people sleeping rough.

Homeless people sleeping rough in an empty housing estate?

Today, I revisited the site in order to get my own photograph of the evidence, but the developers have now closed off that area.


I am told that Urban Splash ensure that all the properties they take over are rendered un-squattable by removing all the internal infrastructure. How thoughtful.

Urban Splash has been sitting on these properties for 10 years and a quick look around the site suggests that it will not be finished for at least another 10 years. In the meantime, homelessness increases and people continue to die due to the punitive policies of our fascist government when they could be easily afforded modest, temporary accommodation in un-let units in a financially non-viable housing development.

Here are the 22 photos I took of empty units (with no overlaps), showing just how much housing has been removed from the market. I tweeted one photo a day to Urban Splash and Prime Fuckwit Cameron just before the election in 2015.

According to AN, the redevelopment by S1 Artspace will not be complete until 2020 and they do not mention any social housing, but there will be “an archive, auditorium and a gallery”. Oh yes, and a sculpture park.

‘Lord Bob Kerslake, a champion of the project, said: ”This is an exciting project for Sheffield that will provide a fantastic new home for arts and culture at Park Hill. I am delighted to be championing it.”’

Bob Kerslake, Sorry, Sir / Kaiser / Tzar / Shah Bob used to be the CEO of Sheffield Council and should know better. But nowadays he’s in the London Bubble and I’m sure that the idea of “derelict” buildings being turned into artists’ studios, 150 miles away, sounds very positive. But Sheffield is not short of  artists’ studios, what Sheffield is short of is employment and housing for ordinary people, and that £1 million could have been better spent investing in local manufacturing (not retail) and refurbishing Park Hill as modest dwellings for people other than fucking hipsters.

Park Hill is a scandal, yet again, and Urban Splash should be ashamed of their failure. What’s more, S1 Artspace should reconsider their plans and whoever has committed this quoted £1 million should go and visit Sheffield’s Archer Project and ask their clients if they would rather sleep rough in a disused housing estate, or a sculpture park.

My letter to Harriet Harman, Acting Leader of the Labour Party #JezWeCan #Corbyn4Leader #LabourLeadership #LabourPurge

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Harriet Harman MP
Acting Leader of The Labour Party
House of Commons
London SW1A 0AA

Dear Harriet,

I am one of the many people who have been “purged” from the members and supporters of the UK Labour Party and denied a vote in the leadership election.

On 19th August 2015 I received an email that said:

“We have reason to believe that you do not support the aims and values of the Labour Party or you are a supporter of an organisation opposed to the Labour Party”.

Neither statement is true. I don’t know what those stated reasons might be but if you have people scanning my political memberships and/or social media channels, it is abundantly clear that I am a traditional Labour voter and a committed socialist.

In 1997 I was delighted by the landslide victory of Labour, and what seemed to be a promise of a new Labour that was less in thrall to the unions and would represent those of us who considered ourselves to be socialists, but certainly not “hard left”.

Unfortunately, this new Labour party turned out to be New Labour who went on to continue and implement deeply unpopular and unwise policies and actions such as the Private Finance Initiative, student loans and the Iraq war amongst many others. New Labour transformed the Labour Party into something barely distinguishable from its traditional nemesis, the Conservative Party. I did not vote again until 2015.

I started voting again because cynicism and apathy have demonstrably failed, so I decided to try optimism and activism instead. I joined the Green Party in order to be part of the “green surge” but I voted Labour to contribute towards maintaining a majority in the safe seat where I live in Sheffield Heeley. I also joined the Stop The War Coalition at the same time.

Local Labour Party activists came canvassing during this year’s general election campaign and I told them I would be voting Labour but had joined the Green Party because New Labour was no longer a socialist party.

As a Green Party member, I did not expect to be able to sign up as a supporter of the Labour Party, but the online form that I filled in said nothing about members of other parties being excluded from the election. So I paid £3 and joined as a supporter for the sole purpose of voting for Jeremy Corbyn in the leadership election, the only candidate that represents traditional Labour values.

Like many others, I am appalled by the way the Labour Party establishment and the other leadership candidates have conducted themselves during this campaign. You are witnessing a huge popular movement that you should be listening to rather than attempting to silence. The New Labour experiment is over and it has been shown to be, not only a huge failure, but also deeply unpopular amongst traditional Labour voters.

I would like to urgently insist that you reinstate my right to vote in the leadership election and review all the applications of other members and supporters who have been excluded.

I have sent copies of this letter to Louise Haigh MP and Jeremy Corbyn MP.

Yours sincerely,

Richard Bolam

The Labour Party won’t let me vote for the new leader & now I want my £3 back. #VotePleb #VoteCorbyn #JezWeCan #LabourLeadership

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Today, I received this email from The Labour Party.

“Dear Applicant,

Thank you for your recent application to become an Affiliated/a Registered Supporter of the Labour Party.

As part of the process to sign up as an Affiliated/a Registered Supporter all applicants are asked to confirm the following statement;  I support the aims and values of the Labour Party, and I am not a supporter of any organisation opposed to it.

We have reason to believe that you do not support the aims and values of the Labour Party or you are a supporter of an organisation opposed to the Labour Party and therefore we are rejecting your application.

Although you may have received or may still receive a ballot paper, it will not work and if you do vote it will not be counted.

Should you wish to dispute rejection by the Labour Party you would have to submit and pursue an application to join Labour as a full member.

Kind Regards

The Labour Party

Sent by email from the Labour Party and promoted by Iain McNicol on behalf of The Labour Party, both at One Brewers Green, London SW1H 0RH.

Website:  To join or renew call 0845 092 2299.”

I guess they found out that I’m a member of The Green Party and apparently I am “a supporter of an organisation opposed to the Labour Party”.

Wrong, you fucking dimwits.

To paraphrase what Mhairi Black MP (SNP) said in her maiden speech to the House of Commons, it is The Labour Party that left me rather than the other way around, and it is the leftover Blairite neoliberal parasites that are opposed to the values of the Labour Party, not me.

In the 1980s I would never have been considered “hard left”, although I have always been a Labour voter. These days, Labour has become so infected by the freeloading, neoliberal apologist career-politicians that now I am almost indistinguishable from Karl Marx himself.

Certainly not my first choice, but better at least than Thatcher, Cameron, Pinochet, Netanyahu, Bush, Hitler, Pol Pot or the Royal House of Saud. However, these days I count as a “hard-left infiltrator” because I want the Labour Party to be a socialist party and represent the needs of the many rather than the greed of the few.

During the 2015 pre-general-election campaign, Local Labour Party activists came knocking on my door and asked me who I would be voting for. I told them I would be voting Labour (they nodded approvingly) because I live in Sheffield Heeley, a safe Labour seat, but I had joined the Greens because Labour was not left enough for me (no eye contact). They were visibly disappointed but could understand my concerns. Every one of them spat when I mentioned Tony Blair and I kept them talking so long that one of them looked at his watch and said “we’ve got to go”. I’ll try that on the Jovies next time.

I was already a member of the Stop The War Coalition (for whom Corbyn is chair) when I heard he would be running for Labour leader, and I did consider resigning my membership of the Greens and joining Labour, but the terms and conditions did not exclude members of other political parties becoming a supporter, so I paid my £3 just to vote for him.

So fuck the Labour Party generally, but here in Sheffield Heeley we have Louise Haigh who, like Corbyn, voted against the Welfare Reform and Work Bill 2015, so I still have hope, locally if not nationally.

What’s more I have successfully infiltrated my mum, dad, sister and wife, all who have joined the Labour Party despite having never been members of any political party before, and all so that they can vote for Jeremy Corbyn. If the Labour establishment wants to defeat Corbyn’s leadership bid, it might be more wise to publicly distance themselves from war criminal Tony Blair, professional liar Alistair Campbell and neoliberal apologist Gordon Brown rather than antagonising us traditional Labour voters.

So Liz Kendall, Andy Burnam and Yvette Cooper, fuck you and I want my £3 back.