I suppose I should preface this by saying I speak nothing like any of the ******, ********** characters that populate this particular city of the UK. I have the accent of someone from down South and as such, receive various insults about me ‘sounding posh’. My Mother hails from this city but actually has morals, […]
Read More… from Liverpool: A sort of Purgatory for Individuality
I am entitled to every statement I am about to make regarding this city as my parents are born and bred scousers, which therefore makes me . . gulp . . . a second generation scouser. Fortunately I have not even a hint of the accent, and for this I am eternally thankful (although the […]
Wavertree. A district of two halves, depending on whether you live near Smithdown Road or Picton Road, that is split down the middle by Lawrence road, a sort of melting pot for lots of people that don’t to speak english, and have no desire to learn to. Having spent the last thirty years in Wavertree […]
Read More… from Wavertree, Liverpool: in recent years its gone down the pisser
I live in Liverpool in a lovely historic house towards the southern suburbs and rarely venture out to merseyside due to the filthy **** society it you can call it that. As I recently moved to Liverpool, the are is somewhat unfamiliar to me so I decided to take a drive one lovely Sunday afternoon […]
