iPhone Story: A Night With The Mad Dogs

Julie and Jim volunteer for the Mad Dogs street project to deliver hot food to the homeless...
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Each week, photographer Simon Buckley visits a different part of Manchester for iPhone Stories, exploring what makes this city such an extraordinary place to live and work.

As I pulled up in Chorlton to meet Julie and Jim, who volunteer for the Mad Dogs street project to deliver hot food to the homeless, the temperature reading on my dashboard was 3.5 degrees. The previous day it had snowed, leaving the streets wet and chilled, as if a fridge had leaked onto them.

“once you’re
on the streets
it’s very difficult
to get off them.
Took me 7 years.”

I stepped out of my warm car and into Jim’s old Citroen. Julie and I have started to refer to it affectionately as his clown car as bits keep falling off. But if it goes, Jim willingly shares it with us and those that we serve. In fact, I think Julie, who works at The Christie, and Jim may be two of the kindest people I’ve ever met.

We start by collecting the meals from tonight’s cook, Gemma, who lives nearby. She’s cooked thirty-five roast dinners which are neatly packed into take-away cartons, and then into a polystyrene box to try and keep the food warm for as long as possible. We also have bottles of water, clothes and a large flask to make tea, coffee or hot chocolate. As we say our thanks to Gemma and her partner, breath puffs from our mouths into the dank night like we’re steam engines leaving a station.

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We follow a set route. From Chorlton we head to Withington, then down through Fallowfield and into town along Oxford Road, and then Deansgate. With 35 portions we used to make it as far as Porltand Street, and even into the Northern Quarter but, since Christmas, we now run out not long after we’ve reached the top of Quay Street. We could have 50 helpings with us and it wouldn’t be enough.

The run can take anything up to three hours. We peer intently out of the misted car windows, scouring for the regulars we’ve got know on the journey, and anyone new.

Whilst we’re on the move Jim, in his strong Glaswegian accent, tells us about his time on the streets. “I had a business and then my mum died, and I got depressed. Then the B&B that I was running burnt down and the insurance wouldn’t pay. Suddenly I had no business, no money and I was struggling with losing my mother. I came down to Manchester to stay with my cousin but, when I started drinking to cope, his wife wouldn’t let me back in. Suddenly I was homeless, and once you’re on the streets it’s very difficult to get off them. Took me 7 years.”

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We pull up outside an estate agent in Fallowfield where, ironically, we find Rob, his legs bundled into a thin sleeping bag. After we’ve given him his food he thanks us and reaches out to shake our hands. His touch is as cold as the dead. Julie gives him a heat pad, normally used to cure aches and pains but which tonight will keep him alive. She buys about 20 of them each week from Poundland, and wonders when the manager will ask her if she’s got her own market stall.

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After we’ve left Rob, we go to deliver some food and toiletry essentials to a hotel, where a few people have been housed for a couple of nights, with the help of Coffee For Craig. We find David, a young man who readily admits to us that he’s an alcoholic. I ask him when he got the deep cut on his nose. “The other night” he says in a soft, polite voice. “Some lad showing off in front of his mates just came and punched me”

He wants to get on a detox programme but accessing one is proving difficult. “It’s hard when you’re a proper alcoholic. I can’t just stop as my body would go into shock. I hate having to beg when I’ve got the shakes.”

Further down Oxford Road, just past the university, we see Peter, a large man perhaps in his late fifties. He is articulate, and talks in a deep voice, perfect for broadcasting on Radio 4. His thick fingers are swollen with the cold and, unlike most weeks when he loves to chat, this evening he simply wants to eat and try to stay as warm as he can in the doorway that he’s found.

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“I was once so cold I was driven mad by it” Jim tells me later. “I was banging my head against the bricks, so I was.” We all wonder how Peter left the warmth of Australia, where he had a job, and ended up sleeping on the frozen streets. We’ll ask him next week.

We continue into town and feed several people in the bit between the old Cornerhouse and the McDonalds at Portland Street. On the corner of Whitworth Street West, as we prepare the hot drinks ( hot chocolate, with three sugars, is the most popular option from Cafe Jim ), the cold cuts into us.  One man, shivering and hopping from toe to toe, says to us that without people doing what we’re doing he’d be dead. It’s an awful thought.

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Not long after, we’ve already given everything out, even the vegetarian option. We’re seeing more young people on the streets tonight, too. The conversation on the drive home is about how the system consistently fails those in need. Everyone has a timeline and who are we to judge? It’s very difficult to accept that sometimes the homeless are actually pissed on, and what little they have is either stolen or messed up in some act of evil bravado.

We chat about me doing this feature and wonder whether we’ll come across as “lefty do gooders”. I’ve never understood why being a “do gooder” is an insult. I stop at a chippy and order comfort food. Chips, peas and gravy. I sit in my heated car to eat it and savour every moment of my good fortune.

The people living on the streets need all the help you can give.

To donate time, food or clothes to the Mad Dogs project, visit their website to find out how: maddogsstreetproject.co.uk

There are other agencies doing vital work such as:

Coffee 4 Craig

Lifeshare

The Booth Centre

Mustard Tree

The photographs taken for this blog are produced entirely on an iPhone 6, using the native camera and various Apps for post production. It’s a simple way of working.  

Simon Buckley is a fine art photographer currently working on a project called Not Quite Light, which sees him photographing Manchester at dawn.

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