This semi-detached house on a
quiet lane is quite close to Knotty Ash (I’d just driven passed Ken Dodd’s
house minutes before.) I’m never comfortable taking photos of people’s homes so
I parked quite a way up the street and walked down to it. It was a mild evening
and two young women were sat having a coffee in the front garden of the house
opposite. They asked me why I was taking photos. I was tempted to say “I work
for the government and can’t say” but I said the musician Rory Storm died there
of a drugs overdose and his mum dropped dead next to him. “I know who lives
there. I’m not sure they’ll know that.” one said, “What was the man called?
Rory who?” They looked too young to have heard of the musician.
“Where
did he die?” one asked, “And his mum? Really?”
“Probably in the back bedroom,” I said and they looked at one another as
though they knew who occupied that back bedroom. I got out of there quickly -
so quickly I forgot to do the customary salute. When I drove down the street a
few minutes later the two young women had gone indoors. Oh dear I hope I
haven’t caused any problems.