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It's funny how stories seem to go in phases.
The will-it-won't-it saga of Afflecks Palace is not something I'd managed to get anywhere with for a while when I heard about the closure of Leeds Corn Exchange. I wrote the feature below, which was published in the Big Issue today, over the Christmas break.
After I filed it, and after it had been sent to the printer last week, the Afflecks saga flared up again. If you believe some people it could be closed within a fortnight. Yet speak to others and they are adamant that nothing of the sort is going on. Who knows, but it's a coincidence (I admit, an extremely uninteresting one to anyone except me) that the two stories - Leeds and Manchester - have converged in this way.
This is something I've noticed several times before - I will often have a few weeks at a time when I'm writing mainly on a particular subject, be it regeneration, asylum or whatever. Pretty dull observation I know, but hey this is the kind of thing that my pedantic little mind likes to focus on. Anything but that news story that I'm still trying to write at this hour of the day (10.50pm).