It is a standing joke in the house that when I first moved to Merseyside, I asked my wife if there was any theatre that I could attend in the city of Liverpool. My reason for asking was I wanted to get back to a point in life where the arts were important to me. It had been too long since I had set foot into a theatre setting and be able to watch with interest a play, good, exceptional or even indifferent, it mattered not, I just wanted to see art performed. Of course my wife fell about on the floor laughing at the idiocy of a man deprived of both the local knowledge of the city he had moved to, but also feeling great sympathy, albeit through muffled laughter, that someone had been destitute of art for so long.