Place Quote: Madagascar - ban on foreign goods

Sunday, January 15, 2006

All foreign goods have been banned, by President Didier Patsiraka, as part - his supporters say - of a harsh but wise campaign to force the Malagasy to become self-sufficient in manufactured goods.

  • Dervla Murphy, Muddling through in Madagascar, p. 42

Place Quote: Madagascar non-drinkers

Madagascar is the only country I know where most nicely-brought up people do not drink alcohol because they do not want to.
  • Dervla Murphy, Muddling through in Madagascar, p. 124

Small world

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

I went to Oslo, and was chatting to a guy from California who (randomly) had been chatting online to my living-in-Edinburgh Californian friend's Norwegian flatmate.

I was in the sea in Barcelona and heard my name being called. It was the flatmate of a friend.

I was getting my lunch in central London. I saw a man who I had seen playing a guard in Measure for Measure in Cork 4 years ago.

Cork, 2005

Monday, January 09, 2006

For Christmas, I went home to Cork. Perhaps because I'm away, the changes in Ireland show much more starkly than if I were at home, lulled by a gradual process of change.

In 2005, Cork was the European Capital of Culture, a venture which has been both praised and criticised. Culture, however, does not seem to be the lasting change in Cork this year. Rather it's commerce. Throughout the city, developments are continuing apace, with the skyline littered with cranes.

Buildings such as Guy's Building on Cornmarket Street - once a stationery printers - are under renovation. Guys is set to become a hotel and shopping centre. Cornmarket Street is the location of a weekly market, how these two locations will co-exist?

Affluence is becoming even more noticeable in Cork: the under-26-year-olds who are buying houses, the steady stream of everyone into Brown Thomas (once the reserve of only the fabulous). Cork even has its own socialite magazine, Cork Now.

Cork City Council betrayed themselves with a sign I spotted which had been removed when I went back to photograph. It read:

Shopping Friendly Pedestrian Zone.

Not Pedestrian-Friendly Shopping Zone, then?

One new development is the inappropriately named Camden Wharf - Camden, London does not have a Wharf. 'Camden Wharf' is on Camden Quay, Cork. It is not a Wharf.

Cork City Council are very excited and keen to press ahead with their plans to rejuvenate, gentrify and 'tart up' Cork's dockland areas. New hotels such as the Clarion have already begun trading, with this new wharf-style-decking-area. Does this really sit within the culture that Cork has, its pubs, its hotels?

Having seen these sights, I began to question the city and its relatively rapid accumulation of wealth. The by-products, generally speaking, of this seem to be the increased lack of patience and, dare I say, increased violence. Having spent a night out in Cork, standing amongst the many people streamed out onto Tuckey Street, I suddenly felt that I shouldn't be there. Having watched three men fight each other for no apparent reason, and watching a young woman shout her head off, I decided I would go home.

My journey home, drunkeness notwithstanding, showed that Cork still had spirit. In Centra, I overheard a conversation between a drunk man and his friends and the Polish woman behind the counter. He was asking her where she was from:

"Ah, Warsaw, I was there... it's a lovely city, great place."
"Yes, it is."
"You'd miss it being here."

The next morning, I saw a sign in another shop with the words for Happy Christmas written in English, Irish, Italian, Hungarian, Polish, Lithuanian and Japanese - each language corresponding to a staff member in the shop.

Cork seemed, in small ways, to be embracing the changes, rather than shunning them.

Further evidence of this was to be found in The Immigrant newspaper, produced monthly by the Irish Eastern Europe Association. The jobs section of the paper had numerous opportunities not just in Cork city but in county towns too. Equally prevalent in the paper were discussions and advice on employment rights.

But, in Cork, perhaps the most visibile arrival is a bar: Bialo Czerwoni is a new Polish bar in the city. The name translates into The White and Red - the colours of both the Polish flag and the Cork flag.

Despite these new identities, Corkonian's identities seem stronger. The carpark area off White Street has long been tagged with graffiti. This is the first time I have seen graffiti that specifically addresses Cork and Ireland. Roy Keane, a "local hero" in Cork, is pictured. Roy, is seen by many as the model of strong, stubborn, Cork manhood.

Despite all these changes in Cork, I couldn't help think "plus ca change, c'est la meme chose". his ad for the Irish Times plays on the Irish sense of Catholic guilt, of parochialism and of conformity. While there has been some erosion to these, they still remain strong - strong enough to drown out the new voices and new identities in Cork.

You Can't Mistake My Neology

Sunday, January 08, 2006

cleanzy [klen-zy]: A cleaning frenzy, most notably undertaken by
Other People.

toyfriend [toyf-rend]: a man whom you are having fun with (in sexual,
social and leisurely ways) but whom is not a boyfriend, due to the
commitment connotation of this word.