Wibble wobble, wibble wobble
Britain's world-beating engineering skills are proving their worth today in the teeth of a howling gale, notes Dougal Paver.
Three hundred-odd feet above the river Mersey you get a good feel for Mother Nature's might and majesty. Whether it's tracking a blizzard heading east from Snowdon or marvelling at mighty tankers being buffetted by a force nine, you see it all from up here.
Or, in the case of today's howling gale, feel it all.
Our building was engineered by the legendary Binghams of Liverpool and scion of that great name, Tim Bingham, tells me it was designed to sway in high winds, rather than offer an unyielding block to the Irish Sea's worst.
And today it's swaying. Backward and forward, yawing and growling as it does so. Those of us with sea legs are doing fine, but there are few folk green at the gills, I can tell you.
The glamour of PR? Only when it's not windy.
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