Looking back and looking forward at what’s been done and what’s coming up? A new weekly way of summing up what’s happening around here? Let’s see how it goes.
And the title, ‘Something for the weekend?’ It’s early 1960s and I’m sat up on the barber’s chair, on the plank they used to put across the arms of the chair when cutting small childrens’ hair. And when the men around me have finished having their ‘Short back and sides’ done they’re always offered ‘Something for the weekend?’ And walk off secreting something mysterious in the inside pockets of their sports jackets. “Why do they never ask me?’ I always thought.
Anyway, the phrase stuck, became part of my vocabulary, and so Sarah suggested it as the name for this new weekly round-up. It amused me anyway.
Last weekend then, got going with the final Granby 4 Streets market of the summer.
Next there was the ludicrous Liverpool Food and Drink Festival, where 40,000 deluded souls were persuaded to pay good money to go shopping in a market on a public field in Sefton Park. Criticising this as divisive and elitist attracted, for me, huge viewing figures and almost total support – here and on Twitter – for my opinion that this was all just wrong.
Sadly the hoped for deluge of rain to spoil the foodie fun didn’t turn up until late Sunday afternoon when the farce was nearly all over. But at least that brought us a gorgeous rainbow which I saw over Liverpool Central Library and also topped off The Farm’s Liverpool International Music Festival gig in Stanley Park. A popular, free event in a public park, imagine that?
Next came a long planned post about a life-long inspiration, Eleanor Rathbone. Family Allowances, votes for women, Liverpool’s first female Councillor and so much more. Every day, out running, I pass somewhere she worked or lived and as I said:
“I am privileged to walk where she walked and to have lived in her benign shadow.”
During the week there were quiet celebrations of life. Walking with Sarah, over these many years, where we imitate the cover of a long ago Steely Dan album.
And the continuing joy of the wildflowers in The Mystery, close by where we live.
Coming up, for us, this weekend is showing a visitor from Australia round Liverpool. She is Mandy Cheetham, regular commentator on this blog and mother of Sarah’s great friend Rachel Cheetham, who died early last year. Sarah and Mandy met at Rachel’s funeral in New Jersey and have since become firm friends.
Mandy hasn’t been to Britain since the early 1970s and has never been to Liverpool. But she’s had a good look around it on this blog and on stuff we’ve been sending her, like the lovely SevenStreets Almanacs. So her few days here are going to be packed, especially since it’s also National Heritage Weekend and lots of usually closed doors will be opening. Come back here to see where we go and what she thinks of our place.
And finally, sadly, everyone’s noticed today that it’s a year since the Hillsborough Independent Panel’s report was published. The report that finally revealed the truth about the establishment cover-up of what happened that day in 1989. We got the truth that day, but justice? Still waiting, as the wheels of an establishment investigating itself grind agonisingly but predictably slowly.