I've really got to stop going to reclaimed toxic waste sites, like some kind of nostalgic mutant. This probably explains why I have nine toes on each hand and can smell colours.
The birthplace of the British chemical industry, Spike Island is now a series of meadows and woods, where you can stroll around what was once a maze of canal dockage and industrial rail lines. The Stone Roses organised a gig here back in 1990. That was probably the last interesting thing to happen at Spike Island.
The place is dull. It feels like something intriguing is just around each corner, but there isn't. As you sit on a bench staring at the petrochemical metropolis grumbling across the water, you'll wonder why you came. Plus, it smells. read more