Seriously, for a moment, many, if not most, towns and cities are so unappealing that as soon as any of their residents make enough money to move somewhere else they do, and then they never go back. What is unfathomable about scousers is that nevertheless they still claim that it's a wonderful city. I suppose most places are given enough time, distance and nostalgia.
But it's just not. Admittedly I haven't been back since the early 90s when the last of my relatives there died, but I constrast Liverpool around 1984, which was clean, vibrant, full of confidence, had vast amounts of money spent on it, with Liverpool 5-10 years later, which had become a festering and filthy shithole of a town, full of burned out buildings, gangs of feral kids so intent on thieving that they were banned from all shopping centres. Liverpool was the first place I ever saw bouncers at the doors of shopping centres. The beautiful dockside restoration had been vandalised and the International Garden Festival site had been allowed to go to ruin, what had been a wonderful place that should have been a legacy for all time had, through neglect and acts of violence and destruction, become a forbidding wasteland of graffiti and rubbish. And the thing is the Liverpudlians all did this to their own city. They did it to themselves. And all the while they were probably too busy blaming everyone from Thatcher to Graeme Souness to The Sun to Mancherster United to realise it.
Seriously, for a moment, many, if not most, towns and cities are so unappealing that as soon as any of their residents make enough money to move somewhere else they do, and then they never go back. What is unfathomable about scousers is that nevertheless they still claim that it's a wonderful city. I suppose most places are given enough time, distance and nostalgia.
But it's just not. Admittedly I haven't been back since the early 90s when the last of my relatives there died, but I constrast Liverpool around 1984, which was clean, vibrant, full of confidence, had vast amounts of money spent on it, with Liverpool 5-10 years later, which had become a festering and filthy shithole of a town, full of burned out buildings, gangs of feral kids so intent on thieving that they were banned from all shopping centres. Liverpool was the first place I ever saw bouncers at the doors of shopping centres. The beautiful dockside restoration had been vandalised and the International Garden Festival site had been allowed to go to ruin, what had been a wonderful place that should have been a legacy for all time had, through neglect and acts of violence and destruction, become a forbidding wasteland of graffiti and rubbish. And the thing is the Liverpudlians all did this to their own city. They did it to themselves. And all the while they were probably too busy blaming everyone from Thatcher to Graeme Souness to The Sun to Mancherster United to realise it.