There isn't much spectacular about Toxteth Cemetery, sitting like a bored tramp along Smithdown's most tedious stretch, it is little more than a field strewn with headstones. Before you come back at me with "But that's what all graveyards are," and "Seriously? You're reviewing a graveyard?" bear in mind the labyrinthine decorum of other, grander places. European corpse-meadows, for instance, are little worlds in their own, where you don't feel awkward strolling around.
Toxteth Cemetery isn't this at all. You feel intrusive even if you cut through it and despite being home to a good portion of my rotting ancestry, I still wouldn't want to end up here. I'd rather be buried in Asda. read more