The smell was like the whole of the 20th Century falling down. That lath and plaster smell of a hundred years of smoking and sweating and damp and steam and hot summers and frozen winters and lives being lived and died from.
And today I just happened to be passing, just happened to be on Lime Street, when this happened to The Futurist. Then a couple of hours later, when I came back the other way, The Futurist was gone.I love Liverpool deeply and support the democratic governance of our city absolutely. And realise that buildings don’t last forever.
But I will say this. There has been a certain amount of political petulance over what has been done on Lime Street this year.
But now that it has been done, can we build something beautiful?