Liverpool I love you I hate you

Today, even more than usual I'm suffering with a distinct melancholy. I have always been known to extol the virtues of Liverpool, it is, in the main a great place, people always thank the bus driver, we have great second hand bookshops, our own Banksy, but over the last few days I've been seeing it's ugly side. I've had abuse hurled out of car windows at me, none of which has even had the decency to be funny, if you must insult me fine - at least make it funny. I've been seeing the grimier sides of the city, the drunks hanging out in the sun fighting, junkies shooting up behind walls where they thing no-one can see them. Must do something to bring me out of this funk I'm in, it makes me tired, uncreative, headachy and sullen. I've not sketched anything, photographed anything or done any sewing or knitting all week. I've not even read anything, not one thing. For a woman with a three book a week habit - that's not good. I'm even spreading my misery by posting here (feel free to deliver a cyber slap) Right, there is only one thing for it, I'm going to have to watch Die Hard. Yippee Kai Yay....