Sunday 15th April 2018, 3.20pm (day 2,425)
Optimism in the face of bleakness. These are the qualities that have kept the British seaside going for many generations now.
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Tag Archives: Liverpool
Gone to Liverpool (maybe)
Monday 6th November 2017, 11.15am (day 2,265)
Or Southport, or Bury, which are other towns named on the facade of Victoria station in Manchester and to where one can still catch a train…. unlike Fleetwood, Goole and other places where trains haven’t gone from here in a long time. Hope he/she locked their bike securely, wherever it was.
Inside Paddy’s Wigwam
Wednesday 24th May 2017, 2.35pm (day 2,099)
A work trip to Liverpool today (which thanks to recent events required a train tour of most of West Yorkshire and Lancashire to reach). After I had finished there was time to pop into ‘Paddy’s Wigwam’, a.k.a. the Metropolitan Cathedral of Christ the King, a modernist masterpiece that started falling down soon after it was finished in the 1960s but seems now to have been finished properly and become a permanent fixture. It is one of those buildings that is very difficult to capture from close up or from any single point within. I changed my mind about this shot at the very last minute but I guess it is my best attempt: I like the way there is no ‘front’ to it, instead the altar is in the centre, which feels more democratic.
Beside the Mersey
Tuesday 6th October 2015, 1.30pm (day 1,503)
When in Liverpool, go see the Mersey. Although in the end that’s just marketing of a sort. After all, no one has a sudden urge to go see the Mersey when they visit, say, Stockport (another town that this river runs through).
Asleep in the cafe, Liverpool Lime Street station
Saturday 2nd August 2014, 11.05am (day 1,073)
This is also how I felt this morning after our night out in Liverpool. I hope this woman didn’t miss her train — she was asleep in the cafe at the railway station for some time.
In the Tate, Liverpool
Friday 1st August 2014, 2.05pm (day 1,072)
As if there hadn’t been enough art last week, a trip to the Mondrian exhibition at the Tate in Liverpool. “Please don’t take pictures of the art,” we were told, “but you can take pictures of the view from the windows.” Well, OK then — here’s a bit of both.
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