While in Liverpool I walked
down to the front to look at the former White Star Line office building. It's
called Albion House and is now home to "30 James Street Hotel" (good
to see a plaque outside remembers its former use.) I peeped in the reception
and though bearing an old-fashioned charm I expected something larger. I walked
back out to the front and looked up at all the windows wonder which one was
Thomas's Ismay's (the boss.) I guess it was high up on the frontage so he could
looked out onto the water.
This must have been a quiet place in 1912 when
the Titanic went down. When news reached the offices the officials were too
afraid to leave and instead read out the names of the deceased from a balcony.
The only balcony I could see was on the front and too high up to be within
earshot. It's a charming building, knocking spots off the neighbouring soulless
contemporary things ganging up on it. The building was hit by a bomb in the
Second World War and had to be repaired. I did a salute and left. I'd parked
the car up passed the big cathedral and used its cacophony of clanging bells to
guide me back.