If I had biceps like steamship pistons, the Gregson Memorial Institute, known locally as the Gregson’s, would be a stone’s throw from my house. And yet, I still have no clue what purpose it seems to serve. Built in 1897 by Isabella Gregson in memory of her parents, it was constructed to accommodate lectures, an art gallery and a museum, things I doubt anybody would travel to Garmoyle Road to witness. The artifacts, all of which I doubt were life-changing, were moved to various locations across the city centre and the building was left to host whatever hotchpotch of activities the neighbourhood needed an open space for. Threats of demotion were dropped on the weary building’s shoulders but following an enormous local outcry, it was upgraded to Grade II status and is now safe to continue doing whatever the hell it does. Saying that, this was the first place I voted in an election so, you know, get ready for that blue plaque to be nailed up here.