India Buildings Liverpool Twenty Years Of My Life.

Twenty years in the same place. Twenty Years In India Buildings.

I wouldn't have believed it.

 I thought I had gypsy blood at one time I was travelling so much.

I declared when I became a carpenter all those decades ago that I loved it because there was always a different place to work. New surroundings' new people to meet. 

 And then I fell in love with a perfect piece of architecture. 

When something is so perfect as Holts Arcade where else would you want to be.

http://www.classicartdeco.co.uk/india-buildings.php

 There is nowhere else like Holts Arcade, or Holts Parade as it is always referred to in lease documents and rent demands by the various shysters that have owned the building. 

And there have been a few. Twenty years in quarterly bills, that's more than a few.

I first discovered India Buildings about 1984 when a rather attractive and exotic looking lady that I met in town said she worked there. For the Inland Revenue or was it the VAT office. 

You entered in the back entrance on Brunswick street and went up to the mezzanine level and then if I recall there was an office where she worked. 

My grandmother talked about it when I told her I was moving there she told me it was once the Law courts or a Coroners office. 

She had to visit there when she lost her husband just before I was born. I think my great grandmother had a cleaning job here and other places such as Exchange Flags.

Discounting sleep I probably spent more time there than at home.
I was travelling a lot when I first opened the shop, backwards and forwards to France sometimes twice a month. Looking for swag. 

I loved my job then and roughed it a bit on my travels.

 And this made me appreciate the place when I returned.

I recall an old fashioned song that used to come into my head when I was heading back up the A9 through France, from Montpelier or Avignon through beautiful countryside. 'I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls'. I don't even know who originally sung it. It was in a film, an old black and white one.

 I will always remember the way the sentiment of the song was used to describe the feelings of the poor girl who was wishing in a fairy tale way, in a Cinderella way to escape to a grand house and live in luxury without the cruel wind of everyday life. Don't know what happened in the end. Maybe she lived happily ever after, with Errol Flynn. 

But it seemed to ask me questions such as why would you need to wish for another place to dwell?

Its why I stayed really because business has not always been brisk.

Though in reality there was always one question to answer. Where is the rent going to come from?

So I stayed watching other antique dealers close all over the place. Chester was decimated. 

The Internet arrived and changed the face of the trade. 

But I could not get away from the fact that this was not just a job to me. Its a way of life. A learning curve. A thirst for knowledge, and it became apparent that I was not doing it for the money. 

Being involved with art and history and the stories that they tell is far more important to me than money. I could always lose myself.

And like the character I used to watch when I was a kid at times I felt like Mr Benn.

I would put my key in the door and turn it and enter into another world.

Like the world of tales of times gone by, of adventures and history.

I love learning and this is the job to unfurl mysteries and peoples stories.
Insights into personalities who owned or made objects fills my inside with a feeling that you would never get making doors or fitting staircases, even though in different places every week. Although I can never stop using my hands and always keep my skills alive recently i have become interesting in clay and love creating works of art. It may be time to put the key in that door soon and walk through into another life.

So I stayed and then stayed a bit longer and people come and went and new friends appeared as others left and I let it all drift me by and I watched the world go by while fighting vociferous heritage battles for Liverpool's skyline, and trying to get various buildings listed before they would be ruined.
http://waynecolquhoun.blogspot.co.uk/2017/06/liverpools-world-heritage-site-status.html

I felt the sense of place was being changed all around me. Everywhere was turning into homogenised nothing shops full of stuff you can get anywhere, in any town.

But still India Buildings beautiful arcade stayed the same. Because it always should, its so perfect.

Then they wanted to close me down and I fought hard and got angry. Fighting for the right to survive would always have challenges. The biggest challenge was always the changing times and the regeneration of Liverpool had opened up different aspects of the city that took people in different directions and India buildings drained of offices, and people left.

And now they say the HMRC is going to relocate a regional super call centre here.

I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls.......maybe no more.

Remembering The Battle Of Passchendaele And Flanders Fields.

Remembering The Fallen.

All I can do is take some time in reflection, to remember those I never knew.

This week the commemorations for Passchendaele and the Third Battle of Ypres are being held with full dignity and solemnity by the BBC.

I have visited many of Flanders war Cemetery's on my visits to France and Belgium.

One trip saw rain of biblical proportions. It gave me an insight to the misery. But I could book into a hotel unlike those soldiers of a hundred years past, who had to endure the misery.

I always sit there and cry like a baby when I reflect on the beautifully kept war graves, that hide the misery that befell so many, so I could write in free spirit.

My last visit I stopped at Poziers Memorial.

It was beautifully kept and the amazing geometry of the glistening headstones against the green of the land and the blue of the sky was a sharp contrast to my mind.

The Pozières Memorial is a World War I memorial, located near the commune of Pozières, in the Somme department of France, and unveiled in August 1930. Wikipedia

My Grandfather was there in the trenches.

Although I have not studied his actual service, something I have wanted to do for some time now, I grew up with the legacy he left his sons.

The large family would have listened to the stories that this gregarious character I hardly knew, had told them.

I think he looted the whole German army his house was full of souvenirs that he had brought back from the grim escapades in Flanders.

Grenades, a Luger pistol and all the bits and pieces that he may have felt belonged to him.

I hardly knew him but was banned from certain rooms in his house, one where his war booty was kept was full of copper and silver coins.

He had a paper stall facing St Mathews Church on Queens Drive. 

I would say hello to him as he served his customers shouting “Echo, Get Your Echo”.

He was a well known character in the area. 

The budgie cage in the parlour was covered when I or my siblings visited.

 He had taught little Joey how to swear and when his wife, my Grandmother, a lovely kind lady who had thirteen children entered the room, the little creature shouted “You silly old cow.”

He was alright, probably scarred, how could any person not be having gone through the First World War, and his sons of which there were many grew up hearing about the brutality.

And they told me about those who shot their toes off to escape the horrors.

How could such a war have have happened?

I don't wish to explore that here just to pay a little respect to those, who gave their lives so we could be free. 

And to my Grandfather that I hardly knew. 

He came back.

We must not forget them.

Liverpool's World Heritage Site Status-In Ruins.

UNESCO have now decided that the city of Liverpool does not understand the concept of looking after its best asset, it's World Heritage Site. They meet this week to discuss whether Liverpool should be removed from the World Heritage list.

They have asked repeatedly that Liverpool provide them with provisions of how to manage its world heritage site.

No such undertakings have been received.

The United Nations cultural arm have expected a city that has a world heritage site would have people in place who would understand its cultural significance in terms of world importance and they would protect it against planning blight, and we get Joe Anderson, before him Mike Storey and in between the both of them Warren Bradley.

Unesco World Heritage Committee meet in Krakow high on the agenda is Liverpool.

http://whc.unesco.org/en/sessions/41com/

Liverpool To Lose UNESCO World Heritage Site Status In 2018. Its Official.

In view of the above analysis, it is recommended that the Committee expresses its deep concern that the projects already approved as well as those approved in outline have actual and potential highly adverse and irreversible impacts on the OUV of the property. 
Therefore, it is also recommended that the Committee retain the property on the List of World Heritage in Danger but consider its deletion from the World Heritage List at its 42nd session in 2018, if the State Party does not reverse course and stop the granting of planning permissions which have a negative impact on the OUV of the property, provide substantive commitments to limitation on the quantity, location and size of allowable built form, link the strategic city development vision to a regulatory planning document, and lastly provide a DSOCR and corrective measures that could be considered for adoption by the Committee.


Read it yourself here.

http://whc.unesco.org/en/soc/3519

I have been forced to watch as my cherished views have been destroyed by these consecutive city council leaders who seem blind to seeing what I used to be able to see, my history, my culture.

  Both pictures here are of the same view before and after note the cupola of the Port of Liverpool Building...now obscured.

For over ten years now I have been campaigning vigorously to stop the continual erosion of the majesty that once was Liverpool.

They have taken away my pride.

They have stolen it from me.

I have fought hard, really I have fought hard but the power that these people possess has surprised even me.

Civic vandalism is too tame a description of the sheer destruction of the soul of the city that in places has been stripped bare of all historic meaning.

Capital of Culture became Culture of Capital.

It was easy to pull the wool over the eyes of a lazy electorate.

Yes strong words but true.

Shame on all those who could see what was happening, but did nothing, often as with the guardians of our museums they had the brains........but were in on it. They destroyed Manchester Dock which pre-dated The Albert Dock by 60 years......to build a new museum.

The directors and curators busy making their names and furthering their own careers.
Yes you at Liverpool Museums you know who you are.

There were others who also had opinions. 

See Ptolemy Dean video describing on a programme entitled Britain's Vanishing Views.

I don't claim easily that the brain drain that happened in Liverpool in the 1960's has left us with a foolish breed of poorly educated architects without morals. But its true.

So what of these architects of disaster who sold themselves short for wages. Sold, well our soul really.

And of English Heritage whose ill conceived Chairmen such as Sir Neil Cossons and consecutive Chief Executives have to share most of the blame, allowing their operatives to be in on the deals.

I met with two Unesco reactive monitoring missions and asked Ron Van Oers of Unesco face to face, “Why did you allow them to destroy the Pier Head”

“With English Heritage supporting the developments there was nothing we could do”, was his reply.

Now we can't expect people from The United Nations to save a city from itself or understand the way Liverpool's forever corrupted regimes work the planning system.

Its really not their fault the blame lies elsewhere. 

You cant blame the barometer for the weather.

There are third world country World Heritage Sites to look after, surely they can't believe that a country such as the UK, as member of the G7 would behave like the Taliban in destroying its own heritage sites. 

Though instead of blowing them up with TNT they destroy them with planning blight.

Some historic buildings, listed, now look alien in their own environment because of what was allowed to be built around them.

Liverpool was placed on the Unesco 'World Heritage In Danger' List at the same World Heritage Committee meeting that saw Aleppo and the Palmyra Temple added, that was subsequently blown up by ISIS.

I feel like I have wasted so much time now, but for years I have been fighting for Liverpool's historic buildings, fighting against the odds, with planners, turning up to argue at planning committee meetings in my own time, those committees that had carefully politically placed members who had already taken the decision to pass the very plans that have now done the damage, thus denying me and other objectors, a democracy of fairness.

It's as if those with the power are walking round with welders goggles on, oblivious to the beauty that the forebears had left us, unable to see. Or are taking liberties for their own gain, they have just let it happen.

Frustration has become a way of life for me.

But now, Liverpool having been on the Unesco register for quite some time, it appears that we are at the last chance saloon, before we as a city, lose the title of World Heritage Site.

How can so many be let down by so few.

UPDATE 12.1.2022

LIVERPOOL HAS NOW LOST ITS WORLD HERITAGE SITE STATUS

THE MAYOR JOE ANDERSON AND OTHERS HAS BEEN ARRESTED ON FRAUD AND BRIBERY CHARGES AND ARE AWAITING CHARGE.

LIVERPOOL-THE CITY THAT GETS WORLD HERITAGE SITE STATUS AND THEN GIVES IT AWAY.