New photographic project…work in progress…can be found here:
Batley was the rough end of West Yorkshire’s heavy woollen district. Epic Irish slums turning out what was known as Shoddy. Taking wool rags and clothes and recycling them into carpets, blankets and uniforms. More illiterate Irish flood in. Shoddy Barons, a shoddy King, a shoddy temple. Good times. An inland port. The valley channels the lorries and vans along the strip. The North’s lost Vegas. The Batley Varieties. Or now like a wild west town after the railroad moved. The Batley Varieties is now the Frontier nightclub. Fabulous Victorian and Edwardian buildings laid out like film sets. The Hollywood nightclub. In a country that wasn’t so unbalanced they would have been snapped up long ago frozen into universal chi chi. Now they pass from rough house owner to rough house owner.