Nobody loves us, and we should care
Not a single private pound. Liverpool's business district just got its verdict – and it's damning
By now you probably don’t need reminding of the finer details of our mini-campaign to pay off our final legal bill from fighting Laurence Westgaph in the courts. What you might need reminding of is the fact we are in the final week.
We need to reach 300 backers by Sunday to cover the full cost of that bill, and show Westgaph that his attempts to bully us into making us reveal the identities of our sources has fully failed.
At the time I write this we stand at 243 people who have got behind us. We’ll need a final push to make it to 300. If you do sign up in this time period though you’ll get the first two months of your membership at a significant discount — just as a little extra prompt. It would be amazing to have you on board.
In one week in July, BT walked out of the city with 600 jobs, and the council admitted that nobody – nobody – would put private money into Pall Mall.
We've been here before. Many, many times. We've written about it too. I trudged through the Business District ghost town two autumns back, past the pockmarked car parks, the half-built luxury apartments and the buddleia. But last week's news of BT's exit and Pall Mall's nationalisation might as well have been summed up in lurid spray paint by Paul Curtis: NO ONE BELIEVES IN THIS CITY.

On 30 June, BT told its workers it would be shutting its base at The Plaza on Old Hall Street — news that became public a few days later. Six hundred and one jobs. Their union has said staff are “devastated”. They’ve been offered relocation to Manchester and Leeds, but the company admits even that won't be viable for everyone. It certainly won’t be viable for the precarious community around St Paul’s Square, trying to call itself a Business District.
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Not a single private pound. Liverpool's business district just got its verdict – and it's damning