I can well recall Ogden's. One of the interesting things about the place for me as a child, was the large Ogden's sign outside which had a pipe that had smoke (or steam) puffing out. I think the place has been demolished, but next time I'm in that neck of the woods I'll take a look.
Not sure about scouse being soup, most here, I suspect would call it stew if not scouse. Blind scouse had no meat.
We Liverpudlians are called Scousers and also we used to be often called Wackers, and a common enough form of greeting was "How ya doing Wack?"
Most of us have the Liverpool dry humour, which can be a bit of a curse when we attempt to be serious, which for many is quite a hard task. I've worked on the Liverpool Docks and there was humour in everything there. I suspect it helped to offset some of the hard conditions, which included the awful practice of hiring labour by the half day. Men assembled in places called pens and were hired, picked out almost like sheep, a most degrading thing to endure.I picked up many very funny stories in those days and loved my time in places like Gladstone, Carriers, and Coburg Docks, jam packed with a way of life which has now gone, thankfully for those who rolled up to the pens in often a fruitless desire to be taken on for a half day of work. But, it was fun for me, a young junior clerk innocent as the day was long.
As for just taking pretty pictures, well I think that places need to be captured "warts and all" as England is a veritable patchwork of many things. All is there to be seen before it is lost through progress or neglect. Sometimes, I wish that some of the images on POE had a little more information added by the photographers to give the viewer some insight into the picture. It would make a lot of the shots far more interesting.
I'll stop rambling now. I can't help it. I'm a Scouser!