tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36841665.post5586791392525899123..comments2023-12-31T13:47:05.758+00:00Comments on Fat Man on a Keyboard: It's never dull ...The Plumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09244528534476387323noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36841665.post-44388164776567475282008-10-13T21:10:00.000+01:002008-10-13T21:10:00.000+01:00Went nowhere? How else would you get to Grimsby? ...Went nowhere? How else would you get to Grimsby? We all want to go to ... oh, er ...<BR/><BR/>It's very busy these days mind.The Plumphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09244528534476387323noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36841665.post-87280108173743764072008-10-13T15:07:00.000+01:002008-10-13T15:07:00.000+01:00Hull is the new Liverpool, is what they told us. B...Hull is the new Liverpool, is what they told us. By us, I mean those of us hunkered dole-fiddling cheek by unemployed jowl, in the Mersey environs at the time they built that magnificent bridge over the Humber. And anyway we had our own bridge - The Runcorn-Widnes, and the Mersey Tunnel to boot. But we went and looked. We found a lonely bridge that was traffic free. It went from nowhere to nowhere. We felt self-conscious like intruding explorers in a strange unknown land. We wondered about the cost of the bridge. Was it worth it worth the lucre? Was it a luxury we couldn't afford? Or was it simply a white elephant? It faces to the east we were told. The rising sun. Rotterdam. The new future. Europe. And Liverpool? America? Forget that. That's the past. That's history, they said.Gwil Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03305768121713053837noreply@blogger.com