As you head on into Liverpool via the M62, a sign says ‘Welcome to Liverpool’.
That’s your first indicator that you are in, er, Liverpool. Well, almost. First you have to undergo the Edge Lane Experience!
The M62 slowly morphs into this interesting road called Edge Lane. Wow. You’ll notice that the streets looked spotless and brand new. And there are these sexy little blue lights everywhere as well as the bright and striking streetlights. Now, what a brilliant impression that gives to tourists and visitors driving up this major gateway to the 2008 Capital of Culture (we’re living off of that Capital of Culture rubbish till at least 2108). It’s actually quite spectacular by night.
Passing under the Queen’s Drive flyover you’ll be greeted by a dazzling display of more blue lights, and the projection of welcoming words reminding the weary traveller that they are in Edge Lane and this is certainly Liverpool. Most impressive were the words ‘Edge Lane’ lit up in blue on the trunks of various street lights. At 2 in the morning if you’ve been driving for ages and ages this is so very cool.
But! Hang on a minute. WTF?
As you travel further forward stabbing into the heart of what is my new home town, the wondrous bathed in blue beauty gives way to derelict boarded up houses. Hundreds of them. Oh my lord, the real Liverpool reveals itself, but it’s too late to turn back. What an awful mess. And in an attempt to disguise this awful mess some loony-tune has decided to paint the boarding with inappropriate colours and even attempts at murals. Who on earth is responsible for this?
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