By Jove Missus, it's been a great few weeks for Liverpool!
Plans are announced to create a new recreation and leisure area for the city, which will involve a multi million pound project to fill the Mersey with water. Right next to it, they are planning to build The Leaning Tower Of Custard, which will be the 2nd biggest flypaper in Europe.
All of this is going on in the city, alongside Peel Holdups transformation of the North Docks. And once they track down the 3 main Chinese investors, Hu Aah Yu, Hi Lee Do Chi and Fat Chens, I am really looking forward to 2092 when they hope to lay the first foundation stones.
But on top of all this missus...yes there's more, the city also received two great honours.
The Mayor of Liverpool, is given an IOU at Buckingham Palace. (no sign of the £130m yet)
And the Academy Of Tarmacadamy names HOPE STREET as the best street in the Universe.
At one end there was the Catholic Cathedral and at the other end, the Protestant one. Just a stones throw from eachother. Well once they threw enough stones, a lady called Hilary Porridge, gathered them all up and used them to lay pavement down either side.
Some say that created the rise of Hope Street - by about 4 inches.
Well whoever got it off the ground, this award is recognition of everybody's hard work over the years turning it into the most prestig...prestigou...pres....destprig...one of the finest streets in Europe, and they all deserve to be congratulated.
So what better way to celebrate, than to call on my old friend, local poet launderette Reggie McCough, from the popular 60s brawling group, "The Scuffles" to write an ode to Hope Street.
|Reggie McCough |
of The Scuffles
Liverpool Poet Laundrette.
Now some of you may know, if you read the article on Liverpool Cumfydentures, that the Urban Tarmac Academy, has it's own poet in residence, Harold MacMillen. Now he knocked something off to mark the award. Well I'm sorry, I read it and I don't know what he's on about. http://www.liverpoolconfidential.co.uk/Culture/Architecture/Hope-Street-wins-Great-Street-Award
He's worse than that Nerhys Hughes when she was the Poet Launderette. If you asked Hughes to do a quick Limerick about the Queen Mother choking on a fishbone, or anything for that matter, it would start off something like;
"Dead stoat - his rotting tongue stuck to a frozen nettle. Pecked at by a sadistic lark."
Well this poet Macmillan is a bit like that. Not only does it not rhyme like a proper poem that you get in the Echo from their readers...well sometimes... but he goes on about hanging out the washing in the street!
What the bleedin' hell has a washing line got to do with it?
So here we are, the latest work from Reggie McCough
In celebration of Hope Street.
Tatty Bye Everybody, Tatty Bye!