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<\/a><\/p>\nThe pictures can’t convey the startling scale of this sight, but it’s one being repeated all over the city as the tower blocks of the 60s and 70s come down. In Sighthill, Red Road and Shawlands, similar blocks are due for demolition, some more controversially than others. Glasgow Housing Association, the largest private landlord in Western Europe since the transfer of the city\u2019s housing stock in 2003, is accused of ghettoisation by running down the city\u2019s 24 hour concierge service and deliberately allowing viable housing to fall into disrepair.<\/p>\n
There\u2019s something resonant about these piles. Somehow they still contain the memories of those who lived in them, the families raised in them. How easy it is for politicians and commentators to condemn these buildings as slums when for so many people they represented progress in the light of the slum clearances during the 1960s and 70s. I never lived in a high-rise myself, but many members of my family did and for them having an indoor toilet, a bath and heating was considered luxury.<\/p>\n
And while it\u2019s true some blocks were blighted from day one, notably Hutchie E, razed only 27 years after its construction, it\u2019s equally true that compared with the cost of demolition, many high-rises could \u2013 arguably should \u2013 be redeemed as affordable accommodation for those who can\u2019t buy into Glasgow Harbour.<\/p>\n
The demolition of Laurieston reminds me that while the equivalent of an entire street can be razed in a matter of seconds, the Necropolis is taking longer to return to dust. If any kind of logic can be applied to the Glasgow Network of Aligned Sites, it\u2019s that the Necropolis, along with The De\u2019il\u2019s Plantin, Crookston Castle and Camphill Earthworks is a major junction, a hub to several other alignments. Since I\u2019ve already visited the other three locations, today’s trip takes me to what is possibly the most significant of these sites.<\/p>\n
Where\u2019s Ronnie Scott when I need him? I\u2019ve swapped emails with the writer and historian ever since I was contacted by David Leask at the Herald<\/em> newspaper about my interest in the GNAS and Glasgow in general. He put me in touch with Ronnie and ever since we\u2019ve promised to take a walk from the river to the Necropolis. Inevitably work and life managed to sabotage our plan but I live in hope. Ronnie is the author of Death by Design<\/em>, a history of the Necropolis, a fantastically eclectic Victorian cemetery, opened in 1833 and situated on an elevated site in the heart of the old city. In 2007, Ronnie wrote a paper on the symbols of Freemasonry in the Necropolis and in a Herald<\/em> article by David Leask, the site is described as a giant masonic symbol, fully 37 acres of landscaped metaphor.<\/em><\/p>\n I liked the sound of this. For years I\u2019ve visited the Necropolis, drawn to its exoticism, its eccentricity, the magnificent craft of its stonework and not least its position high over the city. So I was fascinated to read about the history of the cemetery on the Glasgow City Council website \u2013 Heritage Trails<\/a><\/p>\n Before entering, I take a detour round the Cathedral Precinct. Dotted round are statues, mostly by John Mossman, of the city\u2019s great and good \u2013 the three Jameses \u2013 Lumsden, White and Arthur \u2013 philanthropists and businessmen. There\u2019s also an equestrian statue of William of Orange, erected in 1735 by James Macrae. Here King Billy poses as a Roman emperor, mounted on a horse whose tail is attached by a ball and socket to thwart rioters and vandals.<\/p>\n Another notable statue is of David Livingstone, perhaps less interesting for its portrayal of the missionary than for the reliefs on its plinth, where one section depicts a savage native whipping a cowering woman and child. Directly beneath the statue of the man himself, the same natives, presumably reformed, listen attentively to the Doctor reading from the good book.<\/p>\n It\u2019s plain that money\u2019s been spent here in recent years, not least on the landscaping and Saint Mungo\u2019s Museum of Religious Life and Art. The changes are not unwelcome, but I can\u2019t help but notice this show of cash is but a stone\u2019s throw from the long-closed Great Eastern Hotel, once a familiar landmark and home to the homeless. Also hard to ignore is Drygate, a small housing scheme, the kind of place film and TV location managers slavver over when looking for locations to double as Ukrainian suburbs.<\/p>\n They say it\u2019s the thought that counts. Here I note the discrepancy between two commemorative plaques. Embedded into the wall of the Museum is a carefully-hewn stone \u2018laid\u2019 by HRH The Prince of Wales, whilst yards away, not attached to a building but to a low-level lump of granite, is a modest metal plate dedicated to the 167 men killed in the 1988 Piper Alpha disaster. Here I note the curious use of the word ‘sacrificed’ as if to suggest, like soldiers at war, these men knowingly laid down their lives when the fact of their tragedy was more prosaic – it was not sabotage that killed these men, nor corporate negligence (although always a possibility) but an unfortunate and random event.<\/p>\n Today the square\u2019s quiet. The only people around are a few staff from the Royal Infirmary on a fag break, some in white coats, others carrying chunks of polystyrene foam to avoid the chill of the granite benches. A handful of tourists emerge from the Cathedral, looking bleary and lost.<\/p>\n Passing through the Necropolis gates, I can\u2019t help but see a family entering a block next door – mother, father, son and daughter. Clearly Dad\u2019s got his dander up about something and casually slaps the girl on the head \u2013 tiny, dirty blonde and bespectacled \u2013 before returning my stare with a caught-in-the act hostility as he shoos the kids indoors. Life, huh, I think, but let’s see how death’s faring.<\/p>\n Closer inspection of the ornate black and gold cast-iron gates displays the name of (I’m assuming) one of the cemetery’s latter-day corporate sponsors, the Dean of Guild, William Brown of Kilmardinny, a fact omitted from the council website\u2019s history. Instead we\u2019re told that the gates were erected in 1838 at a cost of \u00a3150. The Latin inscription toties redeuntis eodem<\/em> – so often returning to the same place<\/em> – is the motto of the Merchant\u2019s House. This rings true on so many of levels, I think to myself, as I approach the Bridge of Sighs. I\u2019ve lost count of how many times I\u2019ve been here.<\/p>\n Today’s visit is a recce. There\u2019s so much to take in that I need to narrow down my wishlist before returning to shoot moving pictures. Not that much moves, thankfully. The estimated 50,000 inhabitants of the City of the Dead are quite still. I hope. Walking in a clockwise direction, I spot a council truck rolling down a slope towards me. A guy riding shotgun pops his head out \u2013 breathe in, he shouts cheerily \u2013 as the truck inches past, almost edging me off the path.<\/p>\n I walk on, taking pictures as I go, marvelling at the ornament: Gothic, Celtic, Baroque, Egyptian, Greek and others too bizarre to categorise. I\u2019m on the lookout for Ronnie\u2019s masonic symbols. Reading the council\u2019s version of events, I\u2019m struck by a passage \u2013<\/p>\n Didn\u2019t Harry Bell refer to this in the Secret Geometry<\/em>? He quotes from The Life of S. Kentigern<\/em>, (St Mungo’s other name) commissioned by Bishop Jocelyn in the 12th century during the rebuilding of Glasgow Cathedral. It is, Harry Bell says, the earliest known reference to a track or road in the Glasgow area.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n