Summer in the city
As I relax in the relative cool of my inner-city council flat the temperature outside is reaching 30° Celsius. I'm lucky enough to live on a post-war estate with tower blocks interspersed with lawns and mature trees, surrounded by lower-level homes with private rear gardens (good socialist mid-century urban planning in other words). At this time of year it is something of a green oasis but, with the windows open to encourage a cooling through-draught (something else socialist architects, driven by principle rather than the profit motive, understood), I'm aware of the sounds of my neighbours enjoying a rare sunny Bank Holiday weekend alfresco. As I type I can hear Bob Marley from one garden and Bangla from a parked car, which has set me thinking about our supposed multi-cultural community, and multi-culturalism in the wider national context. As far as the former is concerned, the prevailing atmosphere could optimistically be described as 'live and let live' although it...