This used to be the back wall of Magpie Print. I remember it being an inside; a building full of printing gear with ‘Mudpie Bob’ at the helm steering it. The trade seas were rough, from letterpress through to photolitho. I used to help him out with now-and-again with holiday cover, occasionally producing phototypesetting from our old chugging Linotype in long glossy photographic galleys to chop up with scalpels, glue down with hot wax on boards on a parallel motion table, ready for the camera. Design and artwork as trade.

It was a funny old building, wood fronted with a curious lumpy concrete pull-in at the front. A big opaque window and large doors dated back to when it was a garage and petrol station. It seems odd now in these days of large faceless big chains and supermarket petrol that there was a pump on a forecourt here. Magpie Road is part of a loop of almost-but-not-quite ring road. It very nearly became ring-road with Compulsory Purchase Orders in place in the 1960s to buy the plot adjacent to it and opposite the swimming pool. The site was a ramshackle shed of a shop that had previously been a mortuary for the undertakers behind it. Now it’s Swinton, and behind it what was Hubbards Radio, became Hubbards TV and then our studio for a while and is now houses, cracks in the cheap render marking out the old shopfront.

It could have been a different junction; a large roundabout, the houses from here to Magdalen Gate gone and replaced by a wider ribbon of road. No Magdalen Street flyover. It may have been better, the snaking ancient line of Magdalen Street not cut through worm-like under the blade of a spade. Plans move around and in a city that needed to make the best use of it’s routes, the flyover; built on a cushion of runway rubble from airfields that Liberators had thundered along is what appeared.

Magpie Print was recent history, the resurgence of letterpress as a craft rather than a trade has brought it back into my mind. It was one of those rather grimy, dark places full of oily type and dusty paper, and that curious breed who could read backwards. The floor a carpet of dried ink, tall platterns wiped the cobwebs from the ceiling in clattering strokes, minders darted in and deftly grabbed stuck sheets in a way that would shatter your hand if you mistimed it. It was a small works, what had been the front garage turned into a workshop full of type and plan chests and drawers, comping and dissing tables in the middle of the room, old bent leading lying on the floor.

In the 1990s I went to see Bob about one thing and another. It was a sunny day, and what I unwittingly witnessed was the page turning. As with a lot of this old lead alloy and oily wood, it was dumped with no ceremony into a metal skip, the clattering chaff of a trade vanishing one drawer after another. We got a mac now Bob pointed proudly at his Quadra and a laser printer which could print onto paper plates or foils. Bob let me have an empty tray I walked home with it wedged under one arm, the heavy type Ribbon MT 18pt in a carrier bag. I have it still, the tray is attached to the wall in progressive houses for over twenty years, maybe more. Like most people mine is full of the wrong bits of history; clay pipe and rocks, bits of brick and pot. The type is in the loft.

St Augustines Gate © Nick Stone 20162819 1600

The building was partly wooden, it was rotten and leaking, the upstairs, alleged to be a knocking shop at one point in the past had long since become uninhabitable. The back wall downstairs was covered with loose hardboard that pulled away to reveal the cold grey flint and brick chasing. We talked about it, Bob knew what it was. The kitchen which was unusable too was in the old tower, the base full of reeds slumped down from the roof above. But it was there, the fascinating curve of  the inside of a different structure, 700 years old, in a kitchen in a building that was slowly disintegrating. Eventually the building failed to a point where the Council said enough, and refused to renew the lease again. Magpie print took the name of the road with it to an estate and carried on hammering out cards and menus using the old platterns to die cut, perforate and score in a lofty spacious clean tin shed. One age of print slowly dissipating under the growth of another. The building was boarded up, sat and rotted further, its eyes slowly sinking, skin peeling. Then one day it was pulled down replaced by hoardings which sat there for years masking the concrete base and the wall behind, the print history an oil stain.

What we have now is an improvement I guess. I went and laid my hand on the flint and tried to place exactly where the old bits of the print shop were, you can still see the roof line and a couple of support timbers buried in the wall, There’s even a dark mark like a memory where the first floor starts, a dream of the rising dust and oil of the past.


St Augustines Gate © Nick Stone 20162822 1600

The wall here vanishes under the line of houses in both directions, the gate was demolished in the late eighteenth century when the need to get produce and people in and out and the decayed state of the gates became too pressing. It’s a shame but that’s how it works sometimes. Our distance in time being greater perhaps makes our concept of what is importance in heritage different from a city and it’s people and corporation two hundred years ago, but you only need to look at the comments under an news story about saving this chunk of history to see they haven’t changed as much as you may probably think. Looking at plans from 1909 the site hasn’t altered hugely in the last one-hundred years either.  Flint and brick, putlog holes and an arrow loop ringed in brick, flint filled-gabions a seat and gravel where a ditch stood, a house, a garage, a printworks. And the changing faces that have passed by.

From the 1909 report:

Its existence is recorded prior to 1272, and it was taken down in in 1794. Its name was sometimes curtailed to “St. Austin. It is the nearest tower to St. Augustine’s Gate. The remains of this tower are situated about 120 ft. to the East of the site of St. Augustine’s Gate.
They are incorporated and used as the scullery of No. 2, Magpie Road. with a bedroom over attached to No. 20, Catherine Wheel Opening.
The tower is semi-circular. There is a rumour in the neighbourhood of Magpie Road that the present Magpie public-house stands on the site of a tower. A
piece of the City’ wall crops out of the ground at the East side of this house, and in the cellar. is some rough masonry which may possibly have been the foundation of this tower, the second East of St. Augustine’s Gates. Measurements scaled off old plans confirm this as the site of this tower.

St Augustines City Wal 1909


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