The life of a class traitor and peripatetic scouser.
Wednesday, 12 December 2012
Christmas in the city
The pictures of Liverpool shown here in the late sixties,early seventies remind me of Christmases past spent with my family. As a treat my dad would load us up into our often frozen rattly old car and wrapped up, my sisters and I would be driven around a pre pedestrianised Liverpool to marvel at what to a young Thud was a fantastic show of lights and glitter. There was something about driving around on those cold nights in the company of my family that has stuck with me (my sisters too) and I now in turn love to drive my children around to see peoples Christmas lighting creations....and so it goes.