There must surely be a kind of terror in the face of the stag and — even more so — the hen parties that descend on certain places every weekend. Liverpool seems to particularly attract them: this is taken on platform 11 of Crewe station, but Liverpool is where they’re going, inflatables and all. Perhaps the photo is flawed because none of their faces can be seen, but maybe that does everyone a favour.
If they don’t necessarily look happy I can assure you that they were, as these fans of Morecambe FC have just seen their team come back from 2-0 down to win 3-2 at Crewe Alexandra: and at 2-0, no one in the whole ground saw that result coming, believe me. As the set of humanity that counts itself as Morecambe fans includes the wife (and I have to say, increasingly, myself), this was a good turnout of events.
Railway stations often give good photo — particularly when they are massive, Victorian palaces of rail, like Crewe, which is one of the biggest provincial stations in the country. If I didn’t live on the other side of Manchester you’d almost certainly have seen this place before, as everyone changes trains here at some point. As it is, this is the place’s debut on the blog. I like the red lights reflected in the wet platform and the misty haze beyond (in fact it’s raining heavily here, as it was everywhere in north-west England, yesterday morning).
Being 42 