Forced to go to church, the Friary at the bottom of Everton Brow.
Used to have to prove I'd been by telling my Mother what colour robe the priest had on.
This isn't it...
See, the thing is, in this city we look after our own, and a near as can be, he was one of our own, regardless of the colour of his shirt.
They are our brothers, sisters, mums, dads, kids, wives, husbands.
They are us.
We are...
Mate, it’s not about you.
Christ’s sake he was a red and we’re all devvoed about it. This does not have to be a crusade. Yes other people die, and yes they also get mourned. In this city we stand by those touched by tragedy but I don’t suppose...
…Frank Green pic, ‘The demolition of The Hippodrome’. The picture house opposite the top of my old street in Everton, in a former life it was Henglers Circus where a child star called Charlie Chaplin appeared for a season;
I think a lot of people will say this and have the very best of intentions, but in reality won’t actually do it (not saying you in particular obviously, just generally). I’ve said before, I think it’s like when you change jobs or move house and...