I have spent the last few months writing about the derelict Futurist cinema on Liverpool’s Lime Street – a memory haunted, ruined Palace of Dreams where I spent many hours watching films in my childhood and my youth. The Futurist is a romantic museum of part of my life that can never be regained. I was writing about this cinema for a now abandoned theatre project. Perhaps one of the purposes of this sight will be to explore what the Futurist means to me and why I wanted to bestow some dignity on its ruined bones…
The futurist in its glory days
A photograph of The Futurist sent to me by my friend Paul Simpson. Demetrius and the Gladiators is playing which dates this photo 1954. On the left is the Milkmaid Milk Parlour and on the right is Barker and Dobson’s sweet shop.
Paul Watkin said:
enjoyed the play.my 21 yr old daughter cried.
thanks for pix of inside futurist. Last year I gave a 5mins diatribe outside it to daughter and mates on how this just shouldnt be allowed to happen
is there anywhere buddlia dont grow ?