Sketch a day - Day 164/365

It's always discobulating and wonderful coming back to Liverpool.

I am always bumping into versions of myself that havent existed for 35 years.

Liverpool changes and stays the same. I like be it here but it's not my Liverpool anymore.

That's ok.

I am here to see a play by Billie Collins (one of our brilliant Writing Squad writers) that's on at the Everyman right now. The Walrus has a right to adventure.

Exciting!

I got here early because the trains are like a bad relationship over the Peninnes. On again off again. Who the fuck knows when they will turn up and then when they do, acting like they are always happy to see you.

As it turns out today they were on time, so I have had lots of time to walk around, build up MAP metres and do sketching.

Found myself around the Georgian part of town, looking at the two Cathedrals literally shlonging it out with one another at the two ends of a long road.

I think both are beautiful. But you can't not see the ‘my tower is bigger than your tower’ vibes that are going on here.

I had some lunch and started to read #genocidebad by Sim Kern. It's going to be one of this books where I am not going to be the same after reading it.

There is more but I better scoot. It's time to go see the play.

That's the news.