This Is This

I woke up on Saturday with a St. Patrick’s Day hangover. An O’hangover.

It was seven in the morning and I went for a walk around Liverpool while my dad slept for another hour. I have a young family myself back home in the countryside, so waking up and going for a walk my myself in a city is something I never get to do and it felt great. It also felt like stupid below freezing and I went across to the magnificent public library by St.George’s Hall. I have a picture of my grandfather’s regiment marching past Lord Derby on the steps of the hall the day before they sailed for France in 1914. Now I’m standing here with my cushy life and my hangover, feeling guilty for bracing myself against the Mersey wind above Everton Valley

Song about that-
Hi-fi
Lo-fi
or download Years From The Valley
(I like the jangly indie guitars at the end)

More coincidences? Why not:

The library has an exhibition of John James Audubon’s work. I used to live in Audubon Street in New Orleans, right opposite Audubon Park, where the naturalist and ornithologist used to live. The poster in the reading room hall says he grew up in countryside outside of Philadelphia, like me, and then moved to Liverpool for a bit where I discover this temporary exhibition of his drawings while doing something I never normally do.

Another one? Oh go on, then:

“Goodison Park?” The all-knowing Liverpool cab driver looks at my blue scarf.

“Thanks,” I say.

“So what’s going to happen today?” My dad asks him.

“You’ll win 4-1,” he says confidently.

Match report

It was a brilliant evening and day and I fall more deeply in love with Everton than I can possibly ever explain.

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