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the city council feels that rainbow banners should be hung around Darlo to define it as "diverse"; rather like a dog marking its territory. The fact that 95% of the people you see on the street are straight is glossed over.
a vision in pink. Taylor Square from a different perspective
After a year of roadworks, if Oxford St's "beautification' is as much a success as the one at the Cross, prepare for tumbleweeds down the main drag. NEVER let bureaucrats decide how to 'improve' a bohemian district that's taken decades to cultivate. You might as well let developers take over. - Oh wait...
That row of terraces next to the pub in Liverpool St used to be quite an institution to those who knew about them. They were bordellos for ladies of the night who'd gotten long in the tooth, having been on the game for years. Slappers and boilers, think Magda Subanzki's character "I said love I said pet I said love", fag permanently in the corner of the mouth, home perm, Osti frock and beergut. They lived there, the front doors always open, at night the living rooms illuminated by red lamps and TV. Apparently they did good trade when the ships docked at Garden Island down the road.
Now the only original parts of the houses that's left are the dividing walls. They've been converted into salons and studios, nothing more than an annexe to the monstrous new apartment block behind (on right). That's progress, we're told.
the city council feels that rainbow banners should be hung around Darlo to define it as "diverse"; rather like a dog marking its territory. The fact that 95% of the people you see on the street are straight is glossed over.
a vision in pink. Taylor Square from a different perspectiveAfter a year of roadworks, if Oxford St's "beautification' is as much a success as the one at the Cross, prepare for tumbleweeds down the main drag. NEVER let bureaucrats decide how to 'improve' a bohemian district that's taken decades to cultivate. You might as well let developers take over. - Oh wait...
That row of terraces next to the pub in Liverpool St used to be quite an institution to those who knew about them. They were bordellos for ladies of the night who'd gotten long in the tooth, having been on the game for years. Slappers and boilers, think Magda Subanzki's character "I said love I said pet I said love", fag permanently in the corner of the mouth, home perm, Osti frock and beergut. They lived there, the front doors always open, at night the living rooms illuminated by red lamps and TV. Apparently they did good trade when the ships docked at Garden Island down the road.
Now the only original parts of the houses that's left are the dividing walls. They've been converted into salons and studios, nothing more than an annexe to the monstrous new apartment block behind (on right). That's progress, we're told.
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