High above the streets of Liverpool, almost within eye-line of the St. John’s Beacon that stands eerily out when the sea mist and fog attempt to cover the city in a sense of gloom and bone-jarring cold, a multitude of people gathered for a cause which has become arguably the most serious of concerns for a generation. The plight of the homeless, the shocking betrayal by our government of its people, a damning indication of what their priorities actually are, that is to cause distress and anguish and the hope that the privileged few back them to the hilt, that the majority left untouched by this disgrace will fall over themselves to walk away from the problem in the promise that they wring their hands in time with the sound of Christmas bells chiming and tills chirping.