Monday 3 October 2011

The Death of Downtown and Some Proposals for Pop-Up Property

I work on Linenhall Street in Ballymena. I enjoy working in the town.  I can pop out at lunch time to grab a coffee with a friend. I can go into the Tower Centre to pick up some odds and ends. On a nice day I can sit in the memorial garden and eat my lunch. I’ve even gone into ‘The Braid’ and had a look round the latest exhibition.

Our offices are not particularly striking. The paint is peeling and discoloured from exhaust fumes. The original sash windows resonate to the engines of lorries as they wait for the lights to go green. The roller shutter is never completely concealed behind the stainless steel ‘archway’ over the door as it was designed to.
Twenty years or so ago the ground floor was opened up to create a spacious reception area with some quirky offset columns and beams painted in primary colours. The original archway, which provided access to the yard behind the main building, was enclosed to form a lobby and partner’s office. The lobby was clad in fabric panels. One of these is a concealed doorway to the partner’s office, like something from a Scooby Doo cartoon. To this day I’m still not sure of its purpose.

Further into the building lies the print room. Poems have been composed for this room. The bare plaster that cries for a lick of paint; the electric blow heaters that cough and splutter as they try desperately to bring the air temperature above the legal working limit; the window frame so rotted that a 2 by 4 has been put along the sill to prevent the single pane of glass from slipping out.  
Once our office was a different place. Started in the 1950s by Messers McCutcheon and Wilkinson it was the main firm in the north east. Designs were drawn up for numerous buildings in the area including The Seven Towers Leisure Centre, Ballymena Academy and Ballymena Rugby Club. There were sister offices in Coleraine and Kilrea. We acted as ‘Building Control’ for the north-east many years before the council took over.
Now the state of the building reflects the mood. We struggle to compete with the ‘big boys’ from Belfast in tenders. We enter design competitions and see no fruit from our labours.
But yet as some of those ‘big boys’ are laying off many staff no one at McC&W has lost their job. The work trickles in and somehow we survive.
Perhaps it’s because we have to queue to use the one computer that has internet access. Perhaps it’s the level of the salaries. Or perhaps it’s the fact that that window frame has not been fixed since I started working there ten years ago. But I have to be thankful.
At lunch, when I leave the building under the stainless steel archway, the first thing I see is ‘The Braid - Ballymena Town Hall, Museum and Arts Centre’. It towers four stories high, over the other older buildings lining Linenhall Street. A set of grand curved steps leads to a paved terrace in front of the modern patented glazed wall which forms the front of the new building. Behind it symbols of the towns past and present are displayed, suspended in the four storey atrium.
Our office carried out the feasibility study for this building. A firm from Belfast designed and administered the building of it. We used to joke how that firm should have employed us to do their site inspections. Office 6 on the first floor had a fabulous view over the building site.
Walking further up Bridge Street, past the original town hall, the streetscape changes sharply from that of an exciting, cutting edge town, to something very different. The ‘economic crisis’ is illustrated by the numerous ‘To Let’ and ‘For Sale’ signs that decorate Church Street. One of the biggest units on the street used to be home to Woolworths. My favourite music shop, ‘Gracenotes’, shut its doors just a few months ago.
I got my first camera from Dick’s Chemist in Church Street when I was about 13. It was a Zenith and to be honest I didn’t quite understand how to use an SLR. Now the shop lies vacant and is slowly crumbling into a state of disrepair.
Church Street is not the only street with this problem. Even Wellington Street, the ‘main’ street in Ballymena has suffered. A year or two ago Easons shut its doors, which was very inconvenient for me as it meant I couldn’t cut through to the Tower Centre anymore. Thankfully a few months later the Pound Store opened and my traditional route was re-established.
Sam’s, the shop were ever kid was taken to try on his first suit, fell foul of the crash too. When the guys in Trevor Keys had their place flooded by burst pipes they very gladly moved over the road to one of Sam’s units. Of course they still left a void on the other side of the road. But at least they got proper heating.
I was on the phone to a builder a month or so ago and he explained to me that they had decided to demolish one of their buildings in town. It’s actually the corner unit opposite ‘The Grouse’. The main reason was rates. They reckoned it was more economic to knock down their building than pay rates on a vacant unit.
That conversation actually scared me. It’s bad enough having ‘To Let’ and ‘For Sale’ signs peppering the town but what if every landlord took the same attitude and decided to knock down their property. Ballymena would become a ghost town.
In the summer I read an article about some Architect students who were doing a project in the Sandy Row. When they meet with some community groups one of the community leaders put forward the idea of a Pop-Up Studio. Basically the community leader knew a local landlord who had a vacant unit in the area. He agreed to let the students use his unit as their studio.
The students converted the unit and used it as their base. Tutorials took place there. Exhibitions of the student’s proposals were displayed. Local residents called in to give their opinions. Finally the end-of year reviews were held there.
‘In Sandy Row it was hoped that opening one shop front might start a trend along the street frontage. The hope is that vibrant and creative shop fronts, whilst not necessarily being used as retail outlets, can still enliven a street and attract visitors to the area.’    Perspective, July/August 2011, p.51
Heartened by this creative example of the re-use of vacant units I would like to propose a Pop-Up Festival for Ballymena. This festival will happen over a week with numerous events taking place in ‘Pop-Up Property’- vacant units and empty sites throughout the town centre.
Here are some ideas of possible Pop-Up Property:
Pop-Up Business. We all had to run a mini business in school. What if the school pupils actually took over a vacant unit for a week to make the experience one step closer to reality?
Pop-Up Gallery. Similar to the idea of the Architect students in Sandy Row, a unit could be used to display the work of some young and amateur artists. Maybe some of the professionals could get involved too.
Pop-Up Theatre. A vacant lot is converted into a stage showing various plays by local theatre companies.
Pop-Up Cafe. Local catering students take over a unit to serve their latest delicacies to the public.
Pop-Up Playground. Ball pools, swings and slides right in the town centre.
Pop-Up Graffiti. Ugly gable ends of buildings decorated with tasteful well designed graffiti art.
This list is not by any means exhaustive and I’m sure many other people will have other ideas.
The week of events will finish with a Pop-Up Concert. I would propose that the best venue for this would be the old Wellington Street Presbyterian Church which has laid vacant for a number of years now. I think this would be particularly appropriate as its hall was part of the old Flamingo Dance Hall which hosted such bands as The Rolling Stones, The Small Faces and Pink Floyd.
So there it is. A meagre attempt to kick start Ballymena town centre.
If anyone’s interested let me know what you think.

Sunday 2 October 2011

Junk for Jesus

We had some friends round for food last night. It wasn’t exactly a success.  I attempted to do one of Jamie’s 30 minute meals and... well...I didn’t quite cook the chicken properly. Thankfully I was the one who discovered it and so far I haven’t heard of any incidents of food poisoning from our guests.

Not only that but Mhoni came into the room and got over excited as she tends to do with lots of people.  She peed on the shoes of one of our friends

 I certainly know how to throw a party.

Today I’ve spent most of the afternoon clearing up.

It’s funny but I get a strange satisfaction from cleaning out all the plastic bottles and tins and putting them in those red boxes the council have generously supplied us with. Not only that but we now have a brown ‘caddy’ for all our food waste too.

It really makes you feel like you are saving the world.

I started thinking of how I was giving the council all this rubbish which was in fact mine. Surely I could be creative and find ways of using it.

For example:

This year I took a step towards self sufficiency. I grew a crop of strawberries. Well I think at the most there were ten. If I used the food waste as compost I could have tenfold, twentyfold, hundredfold. I could diversify into rhubarb, lettuce, potatoes, and carrots. We would never have to cross the doors of Tescos ever again.

Then I woke up and realised how crap a gardener I am. I would just end up with a huge pile of steaming compost which would do nothing other than annoy the neighbours.   

 I lived in Africa for a short time and my boss out there used to complain about what he called ‘Junk for Jesus’. They got sent out the most useless items which weren’t good enough for the First World but could surely be used by the poor in the Third World. He told me this story of a charity who asked for used tea bags to send out to Africa. They were amazed at how many they received.

I suspect that the council makes a tidy sum from all our waste. I’ve a feeling that used tea bags are more lucrative than my boss in Africa thought. So here’s an idea:

Imagine that all the churches, community organisations and charities got together and gathered all the recyclable waste from their members and sold it to these recycling companies. They then took the money and gave it to a worthy cause.

I’m sure the council wouldn’t be happy.

They have EU quotas to meet.

But surely it’s our waste.