Tuesday, September 22, 2009


New Statesman Middlesbrough piece

After Corus, we weave through bizarre Disney­esque regeneration projects - all pastel colours, soft edges and bullet-pointed promises - and steer past the tucked shirts and short skirts of the high street to St Hilda's, the oldest and most maligned part of Middlesbrough. This is literally the wrong side of the tracks: the railway is the dividing line and "over the border", as local people describe the area, is eerily quiet, with half-demolished social housing standing isolated on large patches of brown-green scrub, waiting to be put out of its misery.


Blogger stn said...

There's obviously been some sort of clerical error; I can find no mention of parmos in your article.

1:03 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

alas, alack, there wasn't room for the full awesomity of the great parmo narrative, and i didn't want to truncate it. you must never truncate a parmo.

anyway hopefully someone will bite soon. so to speak.

9:32 AM  

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