Their fixation with blocks of unaffordable flats by the Irwell and it’s basin shows no signs of stopping,you can recognise the poor their flats stand with ripped off cladding
put in place to gentrify the surrounding areas, all this while the most volatile material flaps aimlessly in the wind. The song dirty old town is still used as our anthem. The past memories
of the Docks and the men who worked them today lays rusting like the cranes and our past Labour committed to the scrap heap.