#LightUpKelvinWay

A different approach to my usual weekly segment. 

I want to write a post today to spread the word about a campaign set up by The Tab Glasgow to help install CCTV cameras along a road in West End Glasgow. For any of you who do not know Glasgow that well, Kelvin Way is home to one of the most popular parks in Glasgow: Kelvingrove. When paired next to a University campus and a short walk to student accommodation and concert venues such as the SSE Hydro, the road is heavily used by student and members of the community.

In recent years there have been several attacks from rape, assault and a murder of a Glasgow University student and these have made this street feel unsafe especially when no attackers can be caught.

The increase in CCTV would benefit not only those that walk the street at night but also during the day. This busy road when placed next to one of the busiest parks in Glasgow causes some concern. Without CCTV any number of crimes can go unsolved due to lack of evidence. At least with the additional cameras we may be able to gain better descriptions of those who haunt the street.

The Tab Glasgow has decided to take action to bring this concern to light and hopefully create a safer environment around university.

We aim to gain as many signatures as possible and to talk to our local MP, Carol Monaghan, about this problem.

So please share and sign if you live in the Glasgow area.

 

Previously Posted on The Tab Glasgow.

An open letter to Manchester

Dear Manchester,

I would be lying if I said that you’ve always had my heart because you haven’t. Before I left your tarmac streets in September, I thought you were dark, dull and dingy. Your concrete buildings towered over me like authoritarian figures holding me in a drab prison cell. You were bleak and you were dismal and I tolerated you.

Life was a cycle; forever going round like a hamster wheel that I couldn’t get off. The isolation and trepidation that you brought me were nauseating and no amount of happiness would change that – believe me I tried.  Everything you were and had given me I resented – including the accent.

But despite all of this, I didn’t want to leave. You were comfortable and you were safe. You were the only place I had known. 20 years of my life have been spent with you and I’m not going to deny that they weren’t pretty great.


You must understand, I had to leave. I had to rid myself of the poison that you had infused in to my blood. I needed to get away for a while so I could relax again. So my muscles could stretch and my bones could recover. I needed to escape the box that had encapsulated me. I needed to breathe again.

The day I left for Glasgow was invigorating. I could taste my freedom. The vast amount of space I had imagined. The grey that had concealed me for so long would be replaced with all types of greens – now that is a colour I could get used to. The old buildings that would form the town would amaze me and the ones that haunt the skyline would be few in comparison to you.

When I arrived in Glasgow, I regained the passion I had lost. It was beautiful. Everything about it was quirky and fun. I felt calm and safe. We fit like a jigsaw puzzle – I felt comfortable. It was everything I needed – the artistic flare, the friendly faces, and don’t get me started on the accent. For now, I am happy to call it home.


But somehow through all of this, Glasgow reminded me of you.

I caught myself finding any reason to open the news and see your face. Like a Facebook stalker, I searched through the endless articles of news and events; smiling at your antics and shaking my head at the bad. But ultimately, proud to call myself a Mancunian.

I look back at your streets with fondness, your Northern Quarter with excitement and Spinniningfields with content. Your divisions are unique yet unified, and they form a layer of warmth around me. You are charming and you are beautiful.


I have been away for 8 months now and in summer I will be returning to you. Only for a short while before I must go on my way again. And I know that it is hard to forgive, but I am sorry for my accusations and judgements. It was insincere of me to think of you in such a way. Yes, your accent isn’t ideal and your streets are the darkest grey I’ve known, but I’ve learnt there are worse places to be.

It’s fair to say that I’ve missed you. I’ve come to realise that you are my home. The place that I will always come back to. You are an extension of me that I can not  will not get rid of. You are a city filled with adventure and I can’t wait to explore you again.

So Manchester, an ode to you and your people, your values and your humour. They are colourful and they are vivid and I love you. (Momentarily at least). 

You are a diamond in the rough.

My dear and oldest friend.

Yours forever,

Anna.

The High Hills of Scotland – Part 3

14th June 2013 – Edinburgh
Photographs taken by me.
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The High Hills of Scotland – Part 2

13th June 2013 – Glasgow
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The quirkiness of Glasgow and its University is one that surprised me, when seeing a sign reading ‘Defend the craft, drink more beer’ I knew it was a place I’d fit in (no I don’t drink but I love the humour). I love Glasgow & hope to soon return. Hopefully next time I’ll have a place at the University, fingers crossed!

The High Hills of Scotland – Part 1

2nd April 2013 – St Andrews
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Here’s part 1 of the back log of all the adventures I’ve been on and places I’ve seen over the last couple of months without speaking to you all. I went to St Andrews to look the University because unfortunately it’s that time for me. The year to fly the nest so to speak, but with that comes all the new adventures and memories. Here’s just a snippet of my time in St Andrews & some of the beautiful scenery it holds. If you ever get the chance, go to Scotland. You won’t regret it.