Monday, 16 March 2015

Political Correctness, Fifty Shades and a trip to Sheffield.



Question: why not linguistic or moral? What is it that makes the correctness ’political’? And doesn’t ‘correctness’ itself sound self-righteous, rigid and proscriptive? Poor old Benedict Cumberbatch – I prefer Cucumberpatch - fell out of favour when he, supporting fellow-actors, complained that black actors did not get their fair share of main roles. So far, so fair. But, lawd have mercy, he used the term ‘coloured’ which had the self-appointed language police having hissy-fits – the ‘correct’ or ‘acceptable’ term would apparently have been ‘persons of colour’. So we’re now reduced to splitting hairs along with parts of speech, where the adjective is not acceptable but the noun is. Really? 

Last week, my materials-writing partner, Angeliki, and I went off on a business trip to Sheffield – our first time there. One thing that struck me on arrival was that magazines, newspapers, even city buses all bore the ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ legend, newsworthy because of the recent premier of the ‘erotic romance’ film. Next day on a morning news /discussion program the idea of appropriateness was raised once more. An 11-year-old boy had turned up to his school’s World Book Day celebration dressed as the Fifty Shades’ main character, Christian Grey. The school had excluded him from class photographs until ‘his costume was modified’.

 Mum’s position: brought son on television, claiming other outfits children wore were less appropriate.
Son’s position: all fellow-students recognized his character so that was okay.
School’s position: children were expected to select and talk about books appropriate to their age-group.
 Press position: feeding frenzy.
Question: Had the focus been on any other book would it have merited even a mention? 

My expectations were of seeing a depressed post-industrial city – from the 19th century Sheffield has been associated with its famous steel production – but it was a thriving place, with 61% of its area being green space, and has seen steady growth and development in recent years. Housing two universities, Sheffield and Sheffield Hallam, and attracting many students both national and international, the city boasts the highest ratio of resident graduates than any other British city. 
Immediately we exited the railway station, we saw before us  a great  space with water features: here is Angeliki, in front of the amazing steel water-wall. In the second picture you can see the station façade and beyond stand the famous Park Hill Flats - a re-housing project begun in 1945 and inspired by the pioneering urban-planner LeCorbusier, who believed people should live as beautifully and peacefully as monks in sanctuaries. Design features include broad walk-ways or decks on each floor- described as ‘streets in the sky’- with views on to surrounding green areas. 
 
 







                                         
Another place of interest is the Winter Gardens in the city centre and there, too, is housed the Millennium Gallery. I loved this ‘dragon-flower’ piece, made of cutlery, echoing the traditional products of Sheffield steel. Isn’t it great that these two little people simply could not go past it without touching its ingredient knives, forks and spoons?  


Next up: the art of the famous street artist, Phlegm whose work is in great evidence throughout the city. He likes to keep his identity a mystery but his partially masked, hooded figures are easily recognizable as his. 
 

                                             









A major attraction for me was that niece, Jenny, lives in the city. Together we honour our Scottish roots by posing with a piper, collecting for soldiers wounded in action – and there must always be a selfie when we get together. 

Jenny is currently doing a post-graduate course in Public Health at the University of Sheffield    and here she is with two of her fellow students: Andrea from Ecuador and Yuriko from Japan.    
      
        

                                                








Meeting Andrea meant that Angeliki could practise her Spanish, and we continued the theme by going to eat at a Cuban tapas bar. With live music and enthusiastic staff, we enjoyed their many tasty dishes and a glass or two in a very pleasant environment. Ready to call it a day, we made our exit via the downstairs bar- only to hear Jenny’s name being called out as we reached the door. There was a good friend of hers at the mike singing for the customers. A past band-singer, Jenny accepted her invitation to join her on the gig - what a wonderful surprise! Beauty, brains and talent – wow!!
 

                                                                   









Although we had experienced the local nithering or lazy wind – one that goes right through you -  our last day was fine and sunny , so Sheffield really did smile on us.
Our homeward flight, however, was not without incident: our pilot, describing the weather at Thessaloniki as horrendous, aborted his attempted landing due to wind gusts of 60 kilometers and hour. After quite a bit of turbulence, we landed instead in Athens where we were accommodated in hotels and flown up the following day. All good, but presenting complications for our fellow-passengers, Emma, Connor and Jack, who were to be picked up at Thessaloniki and driven to Bansko, Bulgaria  to attend the Horizon Festival 2015 of electronic dance music. Emma planned to get some ski-ing in as well, while the lads, studying Events Management at Leeds University, had the responsibility of ensuring all the acts got to the right place at the right time. Our flight rerouting kind of spoiled their organizational-skills credibility at the very outset! Here they are at Athens airport, awaiting flight north.                                    
 

          
Recent posts about the festival indicate that the snow conditions were excellent and that the music was a blast. I’m sure they enjoyed it and I wish them all ….......... a safe flight home!
                                       
 All in all, our trip to Sheffield was a splendid experience; we were blown away by how warm and friendly everyone was, as well as how proud they were of their city. I was charmed when I was served a decorated hot chocolate in our hotel there.

 I think this picture symbolizes nicely the impression that the city and its great folk left on us both. 



                                                                                                   

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