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My wonder is the Royal Liver ºÃÉ«ÏÈÉúTV. It is an iconic structure and one of Liverpool’s Three Graces – along with the Cunard building and the Port of Liverpool ºÃÉ«ÏÈÉúTV.

It is the first thing you see when you arrive in Liverpool by sea and when I see it, I know that I am really home. The Liver ºÃÉ«ÏÈÉúTV is crowned by tall copper Liver Birds, the symbol of the city. Legend says that if the birds ever fly away, Liverpool will cease to exist.

I have a lovely story that I will forever associate with the building. As part of last year’s celebration charter for the city’s 800-year anniversary, we created a verse of 800 lines, one for every year to commemorate Liverpool’s great history.

We invited people to send in a line or two about the city.

We received one piece from a man who told the story of his great grandfather who helped in raising the copper birds in 1911. On the day his daughter was born, he scratched her name on the beak of the bird and it is still up there – a piece of personal history inscribed on this great iconic feature of Liverpool.

I think of that whenever I look up at the building.

My blunder is St John’s Market and the Radio City Tower in particular. Every time I see it, I think of what might have been. It replaced the old Victorian market and I think the frontages should have been kept. Instead they razed everything and replaced it with a badly-built sixties blockage.

The tower is simply awful. When it was first built, a revolving restaurant was put at the top. However, it was so expensive for those days that nobody could afford to go and it closed shortly afterwards.

Now it is the home of Radio City. It would have been so much better if more of an effort had been made to create designs that were in keeping with the old Victorian market. It is such a lost opportunity.