And why not? I quite like a bit of disruption, changes the look of the place for a while.
Next stop, something Sarah had told me about earlier.
People are obviously getting desperately hungry for something costing so little, around £4, to be so protected.
Unlike all those people in Paris two nights ago, who died on an ordinary Friday. Except there are no ordinary Fridays.
Thanks for that useful fact whoever you are.
And in the early 1980s one of the local Labour Councillors found it was charging the people of Lodge Lane and Smithdown significantly more than they were charging the people of Allerton, 2 miles down the road. Never forgotten, never forgiven and not missed around here now they’ve gone.
Mind you, this is one of very few Tesco-free areas in Liverpool.
The library’s now home to the Liverpool Carnival Company. And the pub is Marley’s Restaurant.
Over the last few years people arriving from North Africa, the Middle East and Eastern Europe have combined with the previous locals to really bring Lodge Lane back to abundant life for the first time in decades.
Fans of Granby 4 Streets will recognise these as some of the Biennial Pigeons that Joe Farrag of our group puts on buildings in the area where we’re trying to raise funding. Mystical bollocks of course but you’d be surprised how often it works.
Well now some of the pigeons have turned up on the Foodstore.
Is our Joe operating in Lodge Lane now? Questions will be asked.
Positively the last roadworks picture of the day.
A new 6th Form building for Bellerive school and a former City Coucil tower block being turned into private flats.
A dystopian tale of a world where no human babies have been born for twenty five years and society is breaking down. Engrossed, I get to forty pages from the end before I realise it’s getting dark.
It’s very important, you see, that the poor bankers and global capitalists get all the money while us ordinary people are deprived of even our bread and circuses. Except there are no ordinary people.
Disused by them since 1992, but maybe the place where the new non-league City of Liverpool FC might play?
Not ordinary, of course, not ordinary at all. But a great and simple pleasure to be able to walk round my neighbourhood, take my pictures and make my observations in peace.
Two days after the people of Paris, like the people of many places in these days of intolerance, had their peace stolen from them and their lives taken from them, on an ordinary day. Except there are no ordinary days.