I do the houses, it’s what I’m best at. And through that I do my best to help with the economy and the quality of life in the place where I live. I have very little time for some of the campaigns to ‘save’ this or that which others get very exercised and excited about. I’ve written before that if I had a year to live, even though they’re ‘quite nice’ I’d put none of my dwindling energies into saving Sefton Park Meadows, as they’re now known. I feel much the same about The Futurist.
But yesterday I was walking along Lime Street and took these photographs. Looking at the closed-road-beleagured place as an analogy for a city struggling with austerity politics.
Guessing we’d all ‘quite like’ to reconstruct Lime Street around the Futurist’s crumbling façade. Wondering what’s actually going on up there with the drilling and the bus diversions? Trusting our City Council is doing its best? Worried about developers and their plans, as ever.
As I say, to me it’s not life and death. I do the houses and I help with the economy. I merely wonder what’s going on?