The Man Who Would be King
57 minutes well spent. Worth this week's contribution to the licence fee on its own (about £3 a week). The programme ended just as I parked up at home. Nice timing.
* This was the first time I'd spent some proper time in the city. I've been up a number of times - a work trip (ie. stuck in a meeting for hours); a university open day and dropping off/collecting my son there. But it's always been in and out. I've heard several times what a great place it is** and my son loves it (more than the university) and he's been on at me to visit properly. He's coming into his final few months at uni, so as it was the girls' half term I booked a couple of nights through AirBnB and we headed up Thursday.
** Well they didn't lie. It's a fabulous place. Lots to see and do as a tourist. Some great architecture and fascinating history. I only got a chance to scratch the surface. Highlight for me was the Metropolitan Cathedral of Christ the King a.k.a. Paddy's Wigwam. I found it an inspiring and moving ediface. Actually I lied above. I had spent a bit of time in Liverpool on 'non-mission centred' activity and experience. On the university open day in 2015**, son and I had a wander around Paddy's Wigwam. What I hadn't noticed before was that all the chapels around the perimeter are a different shape. Obvious once its pointed out. There are still vast areas of the city that don't look like they've seen the benefits yet of the rebirth of the city. Hopefully it won't be too long.
*** Which reminds me of an incident later that day. Son, who I had infected with the virus that is Grimsby Town, had clocked that Town were playing at Southport the same day as the uni open-day. So as we were up there anyway we drove up to Merseyside's premier resort (via the Anthony Gormley statues at Crosby). At half-time there was a commotion amongst a bunch of lads at the other end of the terrace. A couple of days later I came across this. Dangerous and daft. But the sheer innocent joy of it! Sadly the boy in the bin died a couple of years later (from something completely unrelated).
Ah yes, the treasure hunt. The check in details for the flat we rented the first night ran to several pages. First we had to go to a 'nearby' hotel where the owner had rented car parking space (with some cloak and dagger instructions too). Nearby = 3/4 mile. Then go to postcode L1 XXX, identify a bike padlocked to a stand outside a branch of a pub/eatery chain, open the bag on the bike, use code nnnn to open locker S2 to retrieve key to appartment. Then proceed to appartment at L1 YYY (again with more cloak and dagger instructions - not at all suspicious, honest guv). Not once did the host see fit to give the actual street address for the appartment. And despite requests to do so (I'm a little old fashioned, not trusting entirely to tech. Or strangers), the host did not see fit to provide them, merely to re-iterate the instructions. Don't think they'll be getting a five star review.
The view from the flat was worth it though. Apologies for the glare - this was just as the sun was going down. I give you the Three Graces:
|Liverpool Pier Head|
|The Cunard Building (left) and the Royal Liver Building.|
Here's a professional shot of the same view: