Monday, 28 March 2011



Wow! Crazy weekend in one of my favourite cities, nice to see through all the shiny, shiny steel and glass, it hasn't changed too much. Enjoying a glass of chilled wine at a pavement bar, a scally swaggers past "This must be (beat) one of these cosmopolitan places you hear about, where you can drink wine in the sunshine" sounded like the lyrics from The Farm circa 1987. Later we fought for a seat among the well dressed crowd in Alma de Cuba, a bar in a converted Baptist church, drinking Cuba Libre under the stained glass windows and trying to avoid whiplash from the dancers tassles or injuries from the fantastic false lashes of the girl sat next to me.

It was good to meet up with friends and tour our old haunts, drowning out the historical commentary on the open topped bus tour as we pointed out places we remembered, and in our lives, have loved them more. (Beatles quote). For the She Who Dares girls I took a spin on the Liverpool wheel, despite my fear of Ferris wheels, and spotted an activity we plan to do soon - water zorbing - but in the freezing water of the Albert Dock?! More challenges followed on the Sunday, my other half completed the Liverpool half marathon with his sister and our friend, his preparation involved all the delights the city has to offer in the drinking and culinary departments, as well as tourist stop offs and pavement pounding, as he commented "I bet the Kenyans don't train like this."

Despite the babylon of shopping, steps, sculptures, art and culture, Liverpool still doesn't take itself too seriously, which is why it will always have a special place in my heart. If you haven'tt been there - go - enjoy - just keep your wits about you, unlike the Russian sailor we encountered in the street on Saturday night who's only English was "My ship is over there", hope he found it again.

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