Tag : Finding Manchester
Last year when we first started turning our attention to Finding Manchester and shaping the concept, we said we’d give it five months of all-out effort to get the project off the ground and then, if it didn’t happen, we’d turn to Plan B.
We get a warm and tingly feeling whenever people show an interest and confirm our belief that the name of Manchester should be celebrated the world over, whichever Manchester it is.
TV studios sit comfortably side by side with the industrial past of the Manchester Ship Canal and Salford Quays. So why with all this splendour did we end up broadcasting to the nation from what was akin to a windowed disabled toilet in the reception area of the BBC?
In 1913 a guy was plying the streets of London asking for money for a crazy idea he had. Britain was just about to go to war, we were in the middle of tough economic times and a lot of people didn’t see the point of his idea. He wanted to travel, explore and to [...]
The Lord Mayor of Manchester, England, reiterated his support for the Finding Manchester project in this letter we gratefully received yesterday.
Obsession would be a reasonable description of Finding Manchester. And of course, where there is obsession, the obsessive can also be found. I’m not sure that the term obsessive is an entirely favourable one in normal conversation but it would be fair to say that Finding Manchester constantly preoccupies our minds. How did we arrive here, methodically planning an adventure to search out so many places linked by a single name.
After 3 years of research, planning and exploring a remote jungle river, the story of Finding Manchester – Lost in Bolivia opens as an exhibition at the Manchester Museum.
In line with our belief that anybody can do something like this, we have tried to create an exhibition that is inspiring and will help people believe that they could do something similar, if they want to. It is not an exhibition of expensive and beautifully framed prints, it’s not an exhibition about two people who are super-human adventurers.
“What on earth are you doing Chris?” my neighbour asked the other morning. She’d pulled over beside the bottom of my garden to scrape the ice off her rapidly freezing car windscreen. It was 7:30a.m. and –5 degrees Celsius. She was on her way to work, I was putting a jungle hammock up, complete with mosquito net.
“So………. why do you have a bus shelter?” I hadn’t even stepped foot into Manchester yet and I was already asking stupid questions. I had to ask though, or I’d be wondering for the rest of my life.
“There are no buses here. Its just to keep the sun off us.” Ivan was polite enough to omit the word ‘stupid’ from the end of his reply, but it was there in his voice. Liz sniggered.