Behind each picture is a life lost, a family distraught, children left without parents, parents without their babies. Today we remember them. Today we remember their families, their friends and all those who have been victim of the disaster on the day and the 27 years of needless and cruel pain since.
My Nanna was very worried for her sons, and it took an awfully long time to find out if they were okay (they had tried to phone as soon as possible, but every phonebox from Sheffield to Manchester had a queue). Eventually, word came through that they were, having been in the fateful Leppings Lane end where the crush happened.
The other day the nation was treated to a terrifying spectacle: all three party leaders posing with a copy of The Sun newspaper. They stood, or in Ed's case sat, clutching it proudly while grinning inanely at the person brandishing the iPhone. If it hadn't been so sad it would have been laughable...
I am being invited by an increasingly bitter and intolerant Yes campaign for Scottish independence to cast a vote on September 18 that will separate working people in Scotland from working people in Liverpool and every other town and city in England and Wales, and instead express an affinity with any number of rich and affluent Scots on the basis of nothing more than the fact I happen to live in the same part of this island as them.