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Thank you so so much for everyone who has liked, commented, shared, messaged, offered support, words of wisdom, motivation, and believes in our dreams. It really means a lot, to know that so many people feel the same way. 

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If you’d like to come see St Pats and know more, we’ve got our first listening session in our new home, next Tuesday 15th, 12-3pm. We’ll have tea & coffee, arts & crafts and records with Baby Pink. Space is rather limited so please get in touch if you plan on coming! 
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#togetherwecandothis
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St. Patrick’s, a school & social club, built 100 years ago on public subscription.
A purpose-built social space, lying empty, waiting for us for nearly 30 years.
On Park Road, 10 minutes from the Baltic Triangle, in the Dingle.

Complete with sprung wooden floor, 20 foot windows, stage, mural of the city, toilets, showers(!), bar, green room, mezzanine, view of the river, projector room and box office. We never thought we’d find our sound system, but it was waiting for us, all the way in Connecticut. We never thought we’d find a heritage dancehall, but here is it, 5 minutes from home. 

For 2 years we have been waiting for the right time. The current owners wish to sell the building, and we are applying for funding, speaking to social investors, and aiming to get people back in the building. But we need your help. Developers are sniffing around, with the idea of turning it into flats. We don’t need more unaffordable housing in the city. 

What we need is to keep our heritage alive, to come together as a community, and restore a precious asset for the people of Liverpool to enjoy once again.

Please join us in the coming weeks as we campaign to save this building.

⛓️‍💥We need you and everyone you know to object to the planning application.

We ask everyone who supports our Sun Palace dream for somewhere where people can come together through the power of music, in a multigenerational space steeped in history, to help us fight these developers, and secure the funding needed to secure St. Pat’s as a community asset. Sun Palace needs a forever home, and St Pat’s is waiting for us.

☀️Link to the petition is in our bio☀️

tinyurl.com/SaveStPats
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Might be the last time this is screened in Liverpool? Ticket link in bio.

Come and see ALGORITHM PARTY at @picturehouse_fact on Thursday 20th August at 19:30

From a recent review:

Roy is a composite, welded together from Smith and the people he came up with. The characters are lifted from life. Brian Scanlon, the small-time dealer turned local legend, wanders in and out of the stories like a face you keep half-recognising. Names surface from Brookside too, Max Farnham the yuppie womaniser among them, because in this city the soap and the street shared a postcode and always did. Smith denies being Roy. 

He also grew up in Roy’s world and lives there still, which is nearer the truth than yes. He carries his notebooks to every gig in a blue carrier bag from Duncan’s off-licence on Walton Road, the print on it older than a fair few of the people he reads to.

  The sleight of hand is all in the delivery. On stage PJ sounds like a man improvising, three pints in, a natural who wandered up from the bar and turned out to be mesmerising. He’s doing nothing of the kind. He is word-perfect, fixed to a text he wrote and rewrote and can recite in his sleep, and in the Concert Room he keeps the book beside him though he never once needs it, a comfort object for a man who knows where every full stop lives. Boulter saw the potential years before he shot a frame. He had read the book, watched Smith perform, and thought straight away of Swimming to Cambodia, Jonathan Demme’s film of Spalding Gray sat behind a desk, holding a cinema for ninety minutes on words and nerve alone. Boulter bet that Smith could carry the same load. The bet comes off.

  He breaks the single-take spell only when it earns its keep. The St George’s Hall footage is cut with sequences shot separately, the camera is then pushed closer, the face filling the frame, and Boulter is plain about why. “That’s when he holds your attention, when you are in close.” A few glimpses of the Liverpool that made Roy drift through. Otherwise it’s the face and the voice and the nerve to leave them be. No swelling strings to instruct you how to feel about a man recounting his worst nights. The restraint is t
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