LIVERPOOL’S favourite agony uncle, Pete Price, was Master of Ceremonies for the 800th pageant parade. Telling the crowds that overseas tourists – oh, was that the visitor waving the Canadian flag? – did not know the words to any local anthems, he invited the throng to sing New York, New York.
What about In My Liverpool Home, Liverpool Lou, or even Long Haired Lover from Liverpool. I can understand how that well-known little number from Carousel (You’ll Never Walk Alone) may have seemed a tad divisive.
Perhaps, for next time, we may need the services of a songmaster or songmistress to come up with a belter of a Scouse anthem. That way, we will never again have to beg, steal or borrow another city’s theme song.