It's Easter weekend and it's nice at home - both daughters home from Uni - family get-together to look forward to. Lucky, aren't I?

I know I am because there are hundreds of families on Merseyside and beyond who are approaching the coming week with a mixture of dread and sadness as the 20th Anniversary of the Hillsborough Disaster approaches. Personally, I didn't know any of the victims, wasn't at the game and only have to think about those who were, most days - instead of every day.

The families live with the pain and grief to this day because those responsible for the disaster walked away from it and remain unpunished in one of the most shameful evasions of justice this country has ever seen. They started to cover their tracks within minutes of their catastrophic loss of control. They were aided and abetted by the British Establishment who quickly closed ranks and, after a fudged inquest, the last flickering hope that justice might prevail, was snuffed out.

All of this will be as raw as ever this week. I will be there at the Service of Remebrance on Wednesday to pay my respects - but it doesn't seem like enough. What I would really like to see on Wednesday is David Duckinfield and his guilty colleagues behind bars. And Kelvin McKenzie swinging at the end of a rope. I can dream, can't I?