Danny Moran: Does the council’s Planning Committee do rehearsals?

It’s a billion-pound business and the city’s most controversial game, Manctopia’s very own golden-egg-producing goose…development. So you could have been forgiven for straining an eyebrow last week over rebel councillor Marcia Hutchinson’s claims in this column with regard to the Planning Committee.
“I remember people picketing outside…” she said. “I remember going in and thinking ‘you’re picketing the wrong meeting. The decision on how we’re all going to vote has been made earlier…In one case I was told ‘yeah, good Marcia, it’ll be good to have somebody sounding a bit of opposition in the meeting…’ It was almost a rehearsal.”
It chimed with what the Trees Not Cars campaign group told me about the committee which passed the controversial Ancoats car park plan in 2019 – which the pressure group later succeeded in having reversed.
“We were really confused…everybody seemed to speak against the plan but when they took the vote it passed…it was like the committee were performing for our benefit, because we were in the room.”
And it chimed with what a Liberal Democrat councillor told me about his experience of so-called scrutiny committee ‘pre-meetings’, which are less strictly legislated.
“They forgot I was in the room. They were saying ‘you ask this and I’ll ask that.’ ‘No, don’t ask that it’ll make us look bad.’ I said: ‘well, I’ll ask it then…’”
It is of course illegal to pre-decide the outcome of a public planning committee meeting – but arguably quite natural for the contingent from one side to discuss their party line beforehand. A problem might be suspected when in a one party state like Manchester the party contingent and the planning committee as a whole are more or less one and the same. Particularly under the stewardship of a ‘strong leader’ like ex-supremo Sir Richard Leese.
Rehearsed in private, performed in public…it was a trope quite commonly revisited by dissidents in the final days of the Leese administration. “Danny,” one councillor emailed me last year. “I thought that I would let you know that Planning pre-meetings are alive and well in the Labour group. They are now described as “coffee with the Chair”. They take place at 1pm before the Planning meetings.”
As a journalist when you hear a whistle blown like that it does cross your mind: is somebody trying to set somebody up here? The golden Dictaphone, safely stowed in an undersea grotto under the guard of mermaid paramilitaries, suggests otherwise: there has been no shortage of councillors talking up the ‘enactment’ scenario.
Whatever the truth of such claims – and there certainly isn’t proof of any wrongdoing – we should note that Marcia Hutchinson, a former planning solicitor, did not herself see illegality in the dress rehearsal she described – merely a sham with respect to the spirit of local democracy.
Obviously, there’s an ‘everybody-thinks-that’s-how-it-works-anyway’ slant on this, along with the ‘how-do-you-prove-it’ thing and the ‘stupid-to-get-caught’ element. But for the council respectability is key. Whenever a new phallus for the Manchester skyline is proposed the public must be confident it hasn’t been greased under the table, behind closed doors.
It seemed the right time to seek a right-of-reply from Planning Committee chairman, Basil Curley, so I emailed town hall.
Towards the end of my interview with Marcia Hutchinson last week she alleged that decisions made by the council’s Planning Committee are pre-arranged in meetings of the Labour group. The situation she describes is one similar to ‘rehearsal’ before the Committee meets proper. Given that Labour holds almost every seat on the Committee she suggests the party is able to circumvent the law prohibiting pre-meetings by convening instead as the Labour group contingent. The desired outcome can then be ‘performed’ at the Committee meeting itself. Could you ask Basil Curley for a response to this? Is the picture Marcia paints of the workings of the Planning Committee one that he recognises as fair and accurate?
Basil, unfortunately, was unavailable – let’s hope not busy with his Kenco machine – but after a delay a spokesman came back with a careful response.
Planning is a quasi-judicial process, and all applications are judged on their own merits having regard to national and local planning policy frameworks. Each committee decision is debated in an open forum as part of a meeting held in public. Claims of predetermination are without merit.”
The reader may make up his own mind whether the question has been answered or not. But whatever, there isn’t the wherewithal here editorially to contradict that version of events, merely the duty to report the claim and counterclaim in the public interest. Obviously, we must encourage the reader to recall the high standard of probity with which the Labour group has conducted itself over many moons, and to not give undue weight to the ravings of sectarian leftists, anarchists and vegetarians.
Watching the detectives 
With his surreal Sawn-off Tales and its sequels, David Gaffney came to be seen as the master of a genre very much associated with Manchester’s live literature boom: that puckish page-long prose vignette known as flash fiction. “My personality was formed by pretending not to be clever so I could fit in with the other lads at school,” he told me the first time I interviewed him, and you can see it. Somewhere there’s a thread in Gaffney’s work where he’s trying to trick himself out of the seriousness of his own mind. Maybe that’s why he has the 150-word ‘short short story’ down so pat…why until not so long ago live lit nights seemed to be swarming with Gaffney imitators eager to reverse-synthesise his unique microdoses of modern life.
He let me photograph him a couple of times when I was learning to use the camera…a short man as dapper as he is bright. There was a quite stiff one where he gazes blankly back at the camera; one where his handsomeness shines through, down by the canal at dusk with the twinkling lights, which he uses for publicity from time to time; and an unhinged one, close up, glasses ever-so-slightly skew-wiff, in super-thin focal depth…one of those ‘madman’ shots with the nose near-pressed up to the lens. A bit Elvis Costello. I like that one, though I don’t think it gets used very much. “My new novel [Out of the Dark] is a noir and there’s been interest on the back of the Nightmare Alley remake in cinemas at the moment,” he explained over a brew at Didsbury’s Art of Tea last week. With the darker turn maybe there’s hope for my madman portrait yet..?
“Everyone thinks ‘Oh, he’s never done a novel before’ but I have! They’ve just forgotten because I’m known for the flash fiction.” In fact, this is his third long form outing, with a couple of graphic novels on top of that. The new book had its origins in a short story he wrote for an anthology inspired by Unknown Pleasures, based on the song Insight. “It’s about film noir and high-rise flats and a guy watching a motorway…so it’s modernism and brutalism and the contents of an old vhs cassette with a ‘60s film on it.”  Flash fiction at ‘Verbose’ and ‘Bad Language’ may have given way in the live lit zeitgeist to the avant-garde poetry nights of ‘No Matter’ and ‘Peter Barlow’s Cigarette’. Gaffney, though, still lives with the dissonance of the outsider looking in. “I’m from the country,” he reminded me, of his upbringing in Cleater Moor. “But I used to live in Birmingham, where the novel is set. I quite liked watching the motorway from my window.”
Blue Moon
Try as it might the world can’t fall in love with Manchester City, insist the papers. They play the most sophisticated football in the world, lead the Premiership by nine points, set the benchmark for competent governance, bring jobs to Beswick, turn Ancoats into Barcelona and yet still your choice for a storyline lies between “The fearsome simplicity of City’s corners” and “Are they boring?” Proof, some would say, that even in this billion-pound property world, the real sport is always the theatre of human drama and not the spectacle of skill.
David Gaffney’s Out Of The Dark launches at Central Library, this Thursday 17 Feb at 6pm. Free. You can pre-order it HERE



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