The Kings in Manchester’s Northern Quarter was at once intimidating and welcoming: warm, funny, reckless, defiant and chaotic. The locals were conscious of its uniqueness: generations of Ancoats people had drunk in the Kings. As soon as the council deemed the area Manchester's "creative" quarter the pub was destined for its history rather than its present. I sought to highlight the appropriation of city centres on behalf of commercial interests, and the consequent displacement of cities' traditional communities. The Kings is now refurbished, renamed and a fashionable bar.