Built to impress this, the largest and last of the traditional cathedrals certainly achieves its purpose: huge internal spaces uncluttered by the accumulated memorials of centuries, post-Evensong pillars soaring Karnak-like up into the gloom, fine (and often Scottish) modern art combined with good glass. Struck by the irony of the Sunday morning sermon's attack on central government policies given the constant need to avoid broken Saturday night glass as one crunched up the hill to the cathedral past numerous clubs, pubs and betting shops. Perhaps Liverpool's problems are more susceptible to local solutions than national. Motes and beams?
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