April, 2013. A Thai restaurant in Holborn.
I’m telling one of my colleagues — a good friend — that I’m quitting one of the biggest magazines in the country. A magazine we both work for. He’s nodding.
I tell him I’m leaving London. His nodding slows.
I tell him I don’t have a job to go to. His eyes widen.
I tell him I’m moving to Birmingham. His mouth flops open.
It reminds me of an episode of Mighty Mouse I saw when I was a kid. An evil gerbil was so surprised by the strength of the hero rodent that his jaw dropped from a helicopter, and it didn’t stop dropping until it hit solid earth.
This reaction was common, almost universal in fact, and it was one of the hardest parts of leaving London. People you trust, people you respect, saying all the right things but being unable to conceal telltale indicators of exactly how they feel about Brum. The media industry, of all the industries in the capital is, surely, the most inward looking. For the 13 years I lived in London I witnessed firsthand this belief that nothing in the media of any value exists outside London. Witness it enough and you end up believing it. It is, of course, bullshit of the highest order.
But as the major players in the potential Channel 4 relocation make their cases — C4 (“we want to stay”), the Government (“you’ve got to go”), 14 different cities (“move here!”) — I can’t help but feel that somebody’s being overlooked. Or should that be some body is being overlooked? The staff at Channel 4. You can almost hear the water cooler whispers. “Have you heard it might be Birmingham? I don’t want to go to Birmingham. Would you go to Birmingham?”
And with D-Day on the decision to move rumoured to be weeks away, and having left the capital myself, I decided to jot down a few thoughts for those who may soon face a fundamentally life-changing decision that they never asked to make. Stay or go.
My magazine is called I Choose Birmingham not just because I chose to move here, but because its readers choose to live here. We’re not stuck in Brum. We’re not in a holding pattern, waiting for our moment to high-tail it south, to suddenly start living. We are living. We’re energised and active and proud participants of a city that’s accelerating through change. Galvanised by decades of derision — some of it warranted, almost all of it horribly dated — we’re a 1.1million strong unit pulling and pushing our city through a cultural revolution.
Think Birmingham is ugly? Hell yes, Birmingham is ugly. But beautiful buildings do not a beautiful city make, any more than a beautiful face makes a beautiful person.
This city has heart, it has ambition. And that ambition shouldn’t be confused for any sort of inadequacy. “Give it ten years,” the cliché goes, “and Birmingham will be great,”. No-no-no-no. It’s now. It’s happening. We’re experiencing it. We have symphony orchestras and restaurants and ballet companies and museums that can go toe-to-toe with global competition. We have mind-blowingly moreish burger bars under arches in rundown areas and independent whisky clubs sharing a building with a jewellery museum frozen in time. Walk down Ladypool Road and the smoky smells of the Indian and Pakistani and Bangladeshi dishes billow out of the doorways in unison with the laughter and glass clinking of the clientele.
We don’t know where our Gay Quarter stops and our Chinatown starts, and we don’t want to know. There is no line.
Digital start-ups, established claymation studios, creativity flowing through the very canals that lent themselves to a saying about Birmingham long since banned. Film festivals, food festivals, a font festival! This very email exists to filter the 101 things you can do in Birmingham, this week, into what we think are the very best. On our cutting room floor, every seven days, there’s gold dust we somehow didn’t have space for.
There are endless stats and facts that I could reel off. Office of National Statistics figures about quality of life, migration and tourism. The figures come and go every year, and though encouraging, they encapsulate exactly none of the essence of the city. The essence that we don’t care what the rest of the nation thinks anymore. But if you’re open-minded enough about Brum to consider living here and joining our movement, then buckle in, because we’re going at a speed that would make a Londoner’s jaw drop.
Tom Cullen is a writer and editor, and editor of I Choose Birmingham
HuffPostListens – Birmingham
HuffPost wants to get out of the media bubble and tell the real story of the UK. For one week we relocate our newsroom to the heart of Birmingham and invite people to tell us what they care about - we will go and report on it. We’re also hiring more reporters out of London, starting in Birmingham. We don’t think the media has listened to people enough, so that’s what we’re doing. Listening to the stories of Birmingham, opening up our newsroom to its people and telling the real story of Britain from the heart of one of its biggest and best cities. You decide the news. We’ll tell your story. Birmingham, be heard. #HuffPostListens
HOW YOU CAN GET INVOLVED
- Visit our open newsroom at the Bullring and tell us your story: Unit SU734 - The Newsroom, Upper East Mall, Bullring, Birmingham, B5 4BG
- Opening times: Mon-Friday: 10am-8pm, Sat 9am-8pm, Sunday 11am-5pm
- Find us across the city on mobile “Listening Posts” and tell us your story: MediaCom Birmingham, Birmingham Moor Street Station, Birmingham Town Hall, Birmingham City Centre, Marks & Spencer
- Email firstname.lastname@example.org, or WhatsApp +44 78968 04043 and tell us your story
- Join our Facebook group and tell us your story
- Visit huffpost.co.uk from Monday and read your stories there