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Increasingly I find myself not only acting as a consultant - working to try and understand communities, places, and come up with viable and relevant strategies to help them evolve - but also being a consultee. Sometimes this is as a 'valued' or high status consultee - for example, due to being chair of Creative Colchester, the creative industries partnership board for Colchester; being a local business owner and investor in the city centre of Colchester. Sometimes it is simply as a resident, observing and commenting on upcoming plans. And sometimes it is due to my industry networks - being asked to provide some insight or help shape propositions for professional teams looking to work in our local area. I have spent many hours over the last few years participating and engaging at various levels - wanting to have my voice heard on behalf of our business; the cultural sector more broadly; because I want to speak up on issues that matter to me personally; or because I think I do ha

Oh, the bonfire of the red tape rears its head again. We are told that the problem to our dragging productivity - the sea anchor holding us back from boldly and swiftly 'growing the pie' - lies with excessive regulation. At the risk of sounding like a definite greybeard, there is no doubt that - since I started out in work twenty-one years ago - the amount of regulation and due process we work under has increased. A planning application used to be a hand-filled form and a handful of drawings, not reports on everything from contaminated land to light pollution. To discharge planning conditions requires even more. To lay a sewage pipe or connect to the electricity grid requires a forest of forms and permits. There are licensing requirements for everything from A-boards to hanging baskets.  Red tape gone mad! Well, not so fast. It is in the public interest to control whether a new building - or even a house extension - will cause harmful impacts to the environment. A wheelchair us

I sat in on a webinar today run by the DLUHC proptech team showcasing projects from round 1 of the Proptech Engagement Fund. The aim of which is to encourage local authorities to pilot potentially innovative and gamechanging methods for using digital tools to increase and streamline engagement with the planning process. When I was at GCSP my fantastic colleague Nissa won funding from the round but unfortunately we were too far along with the Local Plan consultation work I was doing for that to be eligible, which was a shame. But we had already been piloting a lot of really interesting digital and hybrid approaches over the previous two years so it was with interest that I tuned in to hear what I could learn from others. There were great case studies and it was also good to hear the LPA officers involved being very frank about the downsides as well as the upsides. But one thing that was barely mentioned was what was actually done with the increased amount of feedback, the more streamlin

On a non-descript street round the back of the Gare du Nord, at first you might wonder how a theatre could sit behind this frontage which looks like any other residential Parisian building – tall windows with metalwork balconies, a café at ground floor. The café was typical Paris –dark bistro chairs, small tables, a traditional bar with a wooden panelled front and mirrored shelves, a menu of cassoulet and steak-frites and salade frisée. It was the front of house for the theatre, but nothing in it spoke of anything that could not be found on any Parisian street. Going through into the theatre was like stepping through the looking glass. The theatre had been found by Brook in a near-derelict state, and he had done the bare minimum to make it work. It was once an incredibly ornate music-hall theatre, with arches and mouldings and balconies arranged in a perfect oval above which a domed ceiling was decorated with fine metalwork. But the gilt was long gone, the plaster falling down,

I've got to be honest. I've never understood academic architecture or the culture of architecture schools. I've never understood the mysterious process by which some people end up as tutors and then heads of something and then professors, working often simultaneously at multiple universities, on the basis of a body of work which often seems slight, whimsical and irrelevant. I have occasionally taught in a guest capacity, I'm invited onto crit panels maybe once or twice a year, and I've been an external examiner (representing practice) and on a RIBA validation panel, but I've never felt inside the academic club and that club has rarely reached out to me either.  People have often asked if I or we teach, and while my usual answer is that we lack of time and want to focus on the practice, particularly of the truth is I don't know where I would start if I did want to teach or consider an academic post. There seems to be some magical process whereby appointments

Last week I set the cat among the pigeons by suggesting that local politicians should lose their role in determining the outcomes of planning applications.  Just as you wouldn't expect local councillors to have a say on whether someone gets council housing, or a school place in their preferred school, it seems to me that they shouldn't get involved in deciding if an application is policy compliant. Once the policies are set  they should be applied apolitically.  But, there is a vitally important role for politicians, and that's in setting those policies in the first place. In my world of (currently) intractable policy ideas, local politicians would be able to set out their stall with regard to the vision for their area, and to have the tools available to implement this.  How many campaign leaflets were delivered recently, containing a promise to stop development on this or that site in a Local Plan that is already halfway through the process, when the writers know full well

  Alice laughed. “There’s no use trying,” she said: “one can’t believe impossible things.”   “I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” This well-known quote from Alice in Wonderland captures the importance of stretching one's idea of the possible. If you practice imagining impossible futures, they will become more possible. It's just like yoga. The other day I was at a dinner with my old friend Ben Yeoh and he asked everyone an 'intractable' policy idea as a conversation starter. The idea of what is tractable and intractable in policy terms - the Overton window as policy geeks refer to it - and how to stretch or move the window - is much discussed. Most efforts are focused at the margins of the window - trying to stretch it ever so slightly - or in posing something that's deliberately so far beyond the wind

Above: backyard development behind an existing historic home in Austin TX. By my friends at Thoughtbarn . There’s been talk this week, following the FT reporting that cities can’t deliver to the government’s proposed ‘urban uplift’ housing targets , about whether this is a genuine complaint or simply a lack of imagination. Some pointed to the potential to intensify existing urban areas with low-density homes as a way to provide plenty of new homes without needing either brownfield or greenfield land. And it’s true that we have lots of areas that were once suburbs but are now central in towns and cities, with great access to jobs, transport and local services, still formed of individual homes on big plots. If we want to avoid unnecessary greenfield development and to reduce car use, it's perverse to say that these areas should remain unchanged. Intensification, in some forms, is common practice. People buy bungalows or small homes in good locations and rebuild th

  All the festivals happen this weekend. Passover, Vaisakhi, Easter, and we are in the middle of Ramadan too. My most precious Easter memories are from childhood, when we would frequently go to stay with Italian friends in their small Tuscan village. On Easter day, we would go to church and then wait outside in the tiny piazza as the priest put a taper to the backside of a papier-mache dove which then shot along a wire rigged between the church and a house on the other side of the square  and back again. Firework-powered, this spectacle was some rising of the Holy Spirit indeed. Afterwards we would go back to the house and feast on spring lamb cooked with potatoes and artichokes and mint. Utterly delicious. This year I thought we'd look into a Passover feast for tonight, the second evening of Pesah. Consulting Claudia Roden of course, we cooked up Sephardi Jewish dishes that somewhat echo - or testify to the dialogue with - the Christian Mediterranean food

One part of #cookingtheyear that I am learning a lot about, are the many different calendars used across the globe. The sun, moon and stars may shine equally and predictably, moving only a tiny amount over the millenia [although - as I discovered when reading about Makar Sakranti - enough to matter in some calendars] but there are multiple different ways to use them in deriving the staging-posts of the year. The first new moon after the spring equinox is a conjunction of lunar and solar calendars that is the start of the New Year in several cultures. It is observed as Ugadi or Gudhi Padwa in many parts of south India; as Cheti Chand among the Sidhi people who originate from a region that is now in Pakistan; among the followers of Sanamahism , an animistic religion that probably predates Hindu practices. But it is by no means the only or even primary 'New Year' for the subcontinent - Vaisakhi is coming up, which seems to be more widely celebrated. The diversity of cultures

Today is the spring equinox and I feel that of all the New Year dates we are celebrating, this is the one that resonates most with me. Tipping the scales from darkness to light, such an ancient and unmissable moment in the year.  No wonder #Nowruz - the Iranian and central Asian New Year, which is on the equinox - can be traced back to ancient Babylonian times. I can't imagine a culture that didn't mark this day, and just about every tradition has a festival or significant calendar moment that is on, or calculated from, the vernal equinox. The next few weeks are busy ones for #cookingtheyear! I made Sabzi Polo Mahi, and a meat-free Gormeh Sabzi (with kidney beans and black eyed beans, I can't forget that the latter are a good luck New Year food in the southern US and elsewhere, probably originatingfrom Africa) for the vegetarian. A whole fish is essential for New Year in so many traditions. Claudia Roden gives some interesting tidbits of magical lore about fish

Wow, it's been a while since I wrote a proper blog post. There are half a dozen in draft but it's been busy, what can I say. Plus it feels flippant to write about food or planning policy or public projects here when the world is so full of sadness and horror. But I started this little project and I want to keep a record of what and how and when. If you want a little glimpse of a couple of festive meals - from the Deep South and from Japan - that we made in the last couple of weeks, have a look at my instagram . Today I thought I would jot down a few longer notes about today's #cookingtheyear festive foods, which draw on the work of Claudia Roden and start our exploration of Jewish holiday foods - of which there will be many more over the coming weeks. Today is Purim - a Jewish holiday which - as I have been reading - has a lot to do with food, particular sweets and pastries. When my daughter mentioned it to a friend of hers who is of Jewish heritage, he described it as th

Yesterday felt a little like a reminiscence day for the regeneration sector. Remember Regional Development Agencies ? English Partnerships , the OG brownfield regeneration agency, before it became all about housing delivery and ended up, after several interim acronyms, as Homes England? What about Sure Start ? Isn't rural proofing reviving the 2000s approach of the Commission for Rural Communities ? The 90s and 00s revival has spread to politics as Michael Gove's long awaited Levelling Up White Paper looks to a future with a lot of old ideas brought back into play. After an idiotic introduction (someone tell Andy Haldane that Renaissance Florence was a slave-owning society, and the Industrial Revolution hardly reduced inequality), when you delve into the detail it's almost like a junior civil servant at DLUHC found an old filing cabinet full of John Prescott's briefings, and had an epiphany. The news release came out at 9am but the full White Paper wasn't published

We’ve been cooking more and more Chinese food over the last few years – partly because all members of the family love it, and partly because we have a growing number of great Asian shops in Colchester, due partly to the influx of far Eastern students to the University of Essex, as well as the growing ‘settled’ Asian community, so it’s easy to find ingredients and tempting to spend longer than intended browsing the shelves of unfamiliar packages, picking up odd things on spec. Some of these have been well-used and become store cupboard staples, while others have, admittedly, languished – if anyone has a good way to use dried lotus seeds, please let me know. Growing up I never ate any Chinese food – my background is half Japanese, and to my mother Chinese food was something like the enemy as a result, while my father’s famously omnivorous appetite gets as far east as India before, puzzlingly, running out of enthusiasm. I can’t help thinking that the lack of good Chin

One of the most important festivals for the Indian subcontinent took place over the last four days. Makar Sakranti comes in a whole variety of regional names and variants, known as Pongal in Tamil Nadu, Uttarayan in Gujarat, and many variants besides. The importance of the day is that the sun moves into Capricorn, and starts to move northwards in the sky, so while Hindus have mapped their system of deities onto the date, making it a time to honour Surya, the sun god, I can't help thinking it must be a far more ancient moment marked in the calendar - the turn of the year. One of the most curious things about the tropical solar calendar - how the sun moves relative to the earth, measured from equinox to equinox - is that it gradually shifts out of sync with the (also solar) sidereal calendar  measured by how the sun moves relative to the stars. So once upon a time, the turn of the year at the solstice and the turn of the sun northwards into Capricorn, coincided - in 272

Last week started with Bodhi Day on Monday - the day when Buddha ( Gautama Siddhartha ) reached enlightenment after meditating under the bodhi tree  for 49 days. This came after many years of asceticism, including severely limiting how much he ate, so much that he was emaciated, and when he decided that the 'Middle Way' between extreme self-indulgence and self-mortification was the path to enlightenment. It is said that he ended his se⁹ven years of asceticism by accepting  milk-rice from a farmer's wife, Sujarta , when he started meditating under the Bodhi tree, and in some versions that this gave him the strength to achieve enlightenment. So it seemed clear we should be breaking our fast with milk-rice too. But what was, or is, milk-rice, and what is the history of this food? This took a bunch of reading up on, and as always I'd be glad to be put right. With a wide range of subcontinental variants on cooking rice in milk, broadly speaking it seemed that most interpret