It’s a disappointing thing that somebody can live a life so stupendously full of achievement it warrants a huge statue to be built in their honour, only for it to blend into the background of a town centre so nobody notices it. Even those sad losers who dress up as statues and stand still for hours get more attention. It’s sickening I tells ya! While nobody will ever really forget the Duke of Wellington, you’d have to agree that his memorial isn’t Liverpool’s most notable landmark. From a distance it looks kind of spindly. Up close however, its an oddly massive thing. The plinth on which it stands lists his famous victories, so numerous it takes two sides of the damn thing to write them all on. It has been said that the actual statues of the man is cast from the metal of French cannons captured from Waterloo and melted down. This is something I doubt will ever happen to me. Unless…