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I notice Mart counted the steps up as 108. I wondered why he had his shoes and socks off at the top and was struggling after 20. This pic gives you some idea of how narrow it was so well done to Mart and George espacially
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The view was well worth the climb though. Everton Library and Anfield.
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Not a downed plane but the new Academy School on Heyworth Street.
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Skyscrapers (of sorts) Old and New
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Toawards the Mouth of the Mersey.
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Northwards past Crete & Candia Towers.
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Albion Street estate.
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After parachuting back to terra firma.
The packed hall for a talk on Everton by author of the Lost Tribe of Everton and Echo reporter, Ken Rogers.
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The beautiful ornate ceiling and cast iron pillars forged by John Cragg at his Liverpool foundry. St. Georges church is now grade I listed because of them.
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The sea of heads as a steady stream of those who were ex tribesmen and women and those who were not ebbed and flowed throughout the day.
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Some stained glass. I believe Johnny stained his knickers at the thought of those steps earlier.
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Friends, Romans, Countrymen - lend me your ears.
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Johnny, Debra, Linda and Mart. I felt ashamed when Mart asked the vicar for some wine.
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Arrrgh - Spotted again!! There was just no losing the beggars
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Ex Rossy scholars and old neighbours including my wife's aunty Brenda (Breen) and George Rimmer from former streets that were cleared for Everton Park.
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Johnny exchanging details with Margy Anderson once of Clarence Grove and he hadn't even crashed into her - dirty sod.
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