Anthony Whitehead

An elegy for Oldham

What happened to the lively and multicultural town I grew up in?

issue 18 June 2016

My home town of Oldham is the sort of place people imagine when they think of ‘The North’. It has mill chimneys, redbrick terraced streets and a rain-swept football ground (the third highest in the country) where supporters of the perpetually struggling Oldham Athletic queue for hot Vimto or a bag of black peas.

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