I’ve done this before on here, walking round the North and the South of the city taking photographs to roughly see how it’s doing on an ‘ordinary’ day. Meaning not some great holiday or special events day, but one where the streets and the people are just going about their business much like they always do. My favourite kind of day.
In fact I’ve been doing this ‘inspecting’ for years, since long before this blog. Reasoning partly that someone’s got to and it might as well be me, and also simply out of love for the place where I live. This particular week I’d been mostly working in London and so felt a particular urge to see how Liverpool was doing once I returned.
Having spent an enjoyable 20 minutes or so checking the entire stock, I’m a fast worker when it comes to LPs, I’m about ready to approach the till when I hear sounds of lamentation from behind me. Another customer has had to leave and get some cash from the autobank for the record he wants, and now he can’t find it. ‘Have you sold it so quickly, I’ve only been five minutes!’ the young man complains. At which point, of course, I arrive at the till with the record in question in my hand. And buy it.
But walking off down the road I feel increasingly unkind and like every time I’ll play the record I’ll remember the disappointment I’ve caused. So I take it back to the shop.
I’m assured he’s a regular customer so know the record will soon reach its rightful home. As is only right.
Last summer my friend Erica Kemp was Lord Mayor and so had to throw herself off the edge of this to show municipal willing. I thought that to be a particularly vicious change in the Lord Mayor job description.
Though one group I notice turn out to all be wearing sashes that merely say ‘Girls Night Out.’ When did things need to get so organised?
Accompanied by that self-important ‘sports commentator’ noise. I don’t stay.
No you’re not and no you won’t while we’re all the continuing victims of class-war austerity politics.
And I hope the group of women who swerved across Lime Street in front of our bus in full desert camouflage outfits (?) got home safely later on.
And the overall conclusion from my inspection? There isn’t one. A city is all about people and details and the details are there if you look carefully enough, which I just have.