Straight off the train at Lime Street and up Bold Street, an affable, drunk, homeless guy comes up:

“Hey! You look like a cross between Crocodile Dundee and John Wayne”.

The next day I’m taking pictures on Aigburth Road. Despite town having been tarted up for City of Culture 2008, much of the rest of the city still looks like 1978. So does much of the UK, to be honest.

Anyway, I was just photographing in the street and this old soak comes out of the offy,

“Are you here for me?”, he says, stumbling off the step with a smile. and plays for the camera.

Liverpool, it’s good to be back.