Dec 17 2007 Nativity/Pyjamas
Hot on the heels of the magnificent Royal Variety Performance, Liverpool was bang on the money again last night with the Liverpool Nativity.
I went along with Harry - it was Lynne's birthday and while she made it out for lunch an evening engagement was asking a bit much.
Harry not keen at first. 'Dad - you can't MAKE me go. I really don't want to go to a Nativity.'
Bless him - I managed to persuade him in the end. The old 'I don't ask much in life, just a bit of company and moral support every now and again,' routine worked a treat. He isn't the only one who can act,
And he liked it. The reception inside the Picton Library in William Brown Street was first rate - this is a venue the city should use more and more. The Nativity itself was fun - and I understand it televised really well.
The Christmas message was liberal in the extreme, but it wasn't the platform to examine the immigration debate in any depth. Better to do as everyone seemed to do, and enjoy the music, the joyous city backdrop and the Christmas goodwill.
Palpable glee and relief on the faces of some city influencers when it drew to a close. With 08 only days away a handful of people are under extreme pressure.
It was though, for them, for us, for Liverpool, a triumphant beginning.
What was your take on it?
Deluge of responses to my Pyjama sighting outside Kentucky FC in Laird Street on Saturday afternoon.
S Bennett (who would look delightful in even the most garish of pyjamas) outs the school-run mums of Walton Breck Road as habitual offenders.
Wirral Spy backs up my Laird St sighting by saying he's witnessed the same extraordinary things 'dozens of times.'
Miranda is outraged at the frequency and devil-may-care attitude of the nightwear brigade at Tesco Bidston (and Wirral supermarkets in general), while Rob bares his soul to say he was horrified to be amongst a throng of jarmie-sporters whilst buying beer at Liverpool 3 Kwiksave. His wife was forced to cut through his smug sneering by pointing out that he actually had his slippers on.
Come on blogospherites. We need more. And I need explanations for this social phenomenon.
Why?
And do you? Would you? And in what circumstances?
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