In my Liverpool home...

Just returned from a wonderful weekend in Liverpool. In turns we have been scared by tribes of brightly dressed Amazons click clacking across shining cobbles cackling and hooting, revolted by dank, vomit slewed side streets and amused by local history PHDs driving taxis, delivering 5 minute lectures over their shoulders. The town centre is now a true reflection of Liverpool's civic pride, ambition, history and weaknesses. If London is a many volumed history book, sprawling, detailed and comprehensive, then Liverpool is a poem, life distilled, intense, passionate and chaotically rhythmic...