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Late Doors

Liverpool

All the times ive been to Anfield, Goodison and more recently Tranmere ive never actually been to the city centre. Always thought what the point is. The grounds are this side of the city and vans, coaches and cars have always been the way. Anyway just before new year we took a two night break there and was quite impressed. Not at all the hell hole its sometimes portrayed as.

First obviously thing are the incredible old buildings. Some in neglect but most seem to have enjoyed a recent face lift possibly with Euro money along with the city of culture 2008 tag. Then there’s the Albert Docks with the immaculate red bricked facades just a shame that so many are occupied by hideous corporates like Costa Coffee who may know the costa coffee but certainly know nothing of taste and value.

We spent a lot of time in the pubs and why not when there are such gems as Dr Duncans, Crown, The Railway, Philarmonic and the ship and Mitre across from the hotel. Fantastic pubs and all well patronised. Went into one by the station called the Punch and Judy and it was rammed full on a Monday Tea Time.

Loads of things to do and see as well. A fine museum, a great exhibition about Liverpool pop music, the Tate. The two cathedrals and a big shopping area that i am informed is as good as Leeds but i know nothing of these things. Some decent guitar shops though

Scousers get a bad press don’t they but i reckon they are like Tetley bitter, yanks and cheap French Wine, fine in their own place but don’t travel well. One thing that struck me was the variations in the scouse twang, there seems to be four variations. The Ringo whine, the high pitched *alright  La, calm down calm down”, the rough arse phlemy one and the posher brouguey rolling one.

We’ll be sure to pay another visits when we get back to the Prem, might be the next time it gets the city of culture award  by then though.
Jones the Steamed

Liverpool is indeed a fantastic city, spent many a night trolleyed there as well as indulging in the more refined pastime of shopping and dining.

Used to park up in Seacombe on the Wirrall and get the ferry over, an absolutely fantastic manner to arrive in the city, worth doing the ferry across the Mersey if not only for the fact that it is the ferry across the mersey and back.  Takes about 50 minutes for the round journey, jibbed it with my mum once and did 2 circuits, fucking quality.

The architecture leading from the Pier Head to the centre is interesting too, crane your neck upwards and you'll see the odd sculpture of negro slaves that testify to the reason for Liverpools wealth a few centuries ago.

Last time I was there was for the Bunnymen gig in November, found a few watering holes rammed at 4 in the afternoon with cardboard cut out scousers, friendly as fuck, down to earth people, cant knock them.

Fucking hell, this has just brought memories of a night I had in Cream when I encountered a Jag full of doormen in Birkenhead, I'd stopped for more petrol.  One of the meatheads shouted over as I was filling my tank, he was a bit abusive so I got my zippo out and pointed it in their general direction.

They fucked off sharpish.

Good old days.
Sir Bulldog Craggwood

take em away from the football rivalries and so long as they dont think youve got anything worth robbing they are lovely friendly people secure in their own city   (boris strike me down)

was before the decline of the 1970s one of the most grandiose and wealthy cities of the British Empire - hence all the great civic buildings and museums

not been since the capital of culture thing last year - i expect from that and what you are saying its even better than i remember
Butts

The taxi drivers are funny.
Plastic Man

Butts wrote:
The taxi drivers are funny.


They are funny, or they think are funny?

If the latter, they share this misconception with 99.973% of their fellow Scousers. The remainder of the Scousers are too modest to boast just how funny they think they really are.
Dock

I love Liverpool, some great architechture, as Jones says, the ferry across the Mersey is a must, especially on a cold blustery day, Ace.

Re: Football, I always felt really safe going to watch Leeds at Anfield. Goodison was a bit iffy, but all in all, good lads.

I don't think the city as a whole has capitalised half as much as they should have on the fact that that The Beatles came from there. The Beatles story at the Albert dock is proper shit, but the guided Magical Mystery Tour, that takes in Strawberry Fields, Penny Lane, all their childhood homes, is worth doing.

Liverpool Tate is worth a gander as well.

Coat, Door, Gets Back to Where I Once Belonged!
lebowski

I love going to Liverpool and have no problem with scousers either, I have invariably got on well with them.

Not sure about the shopping centre rivalling Leeds though.
sheeps

lebowski wrote:
I love going to Liverpool and have no problem with scousers either, I have invariably got on well with them.

Not sure about the shopping centre rivalling Leeds though.



Or Ponte          
Dock

sheeps wrote:
lebowski wrote:
I love going to Liverpool and have no problem with scousers either, I have invariably got on well with them.

Not sure about the shopping centre rivalling Leeds though.



Or Ponte          


Or Fev.

The very centre where the shops are is a bit grim, but the rest of it is alright la.

A good book: The La's - 'A Secret Liverpool' is a good read. Focuses on the elusive Lee Mavers, and is written by a fan of the band who's never written anything before.
Late Doors

12.50 per person that Beatles story at the Albert Docks, needles to say it remains unseen. Same with all that shite on Mathew street, what a corny con that is. The Mersey Beat exhibition was ace though and free.

Leeds ? Did I say Leeds I meant Manchester, Mrs Ds says its better than Manchester, if she had said Leeds i'd have had to get tough with her and give her my most disapproving stare. Ill take her word for it but I can vouch that the whole place had a better feel than Manchester. Never had the pleasure of a shopping trip in Ponte or Fev for some reason.

Same here haddock. Anfield has always been a great trip with no handbags ever. I think youd get it if you went looking but ive seen nothing in about a dozen trips. Goodison was always a place where you didn’t want to be caught on your own whether you were looking for it or not. That side of scouseland was always the nastiest but never saw em at ER Ever. Not even that night game in 85 ish when they were top dogs. Funnily enough I saw loads more blue shirts about than red ones while over there. Shamefully never got the ferry, it was too cold, blooming perishing.

At the risk of appearing a bit daft Jones why would they run away from you cos you pointed a ciggy lighter at  them, or is zippo some slang word for summat else.
Late Doors

Ace, ta B.
Dock

Berry wrote:
lebowski wrote:
I love going to Liverpool and have no problem with scousers either, I have invariably got on well with them.

Not sure about the shopping centre rivalling Leeds though.


First time I ever arrived at Lime Street on route to Anfield (81), turned one corner and then they appeared, all scouse mouth and intent, had a watch swiped off my wrist whilst on the floor.....saw the worst block of flats in history that day too...


Was it beneath a blue suburban sky?

Coat, Door, Cavern Club!
Dock

Off for the day by me sen next Wednesday, want to try the fantastically named pub: The Philharmonic Dining Rooms. Had a look at some pics, looks great. Whats the beer like? LD?
Late Doors

Ace pub, loads of Quality ale Dock, you cant go wrong. Have a wander in to Dr Duncans or the Crown as well, or all three
Sir Bulldog Craggwood

surely Dock you should be walking there via the Leeds Liverpool Canal?
grunt

Jesus this is getting silly
grunt

grunt wrote:
Jesus this is getting silly


Sorry I'm in totally the wrong thread  
bearing

grunt wrote:
grunt wrote:
Jesus this is getting silly


Sorry I'm in totally the wrong thread  


But are you?
Dock

Late Doors wrote:
Ace pub, loads of Quality ale Dock, you cant go wrong. Have a wander in to Dr Duncans or the Crown as well, or all three


Cheers LD, I think I'll go with the 'all three' option. Are they all near each other like?  
Dock

Ace, will be off to this. Football and music under one roof. Ace!  

http://www.liverpoolmuseums.org.u...t/displayexhibitions.aspx?venue=1
Jones the Steamed

Late Doors wrote:

At the risk of appearing a bit daft Jones why would they run away from you cos you pointed a ciggy lighter at  them, or is zippo some slang word for summat else.


Probably had something to do with the petrol pump nozzle I was brandishing in my other hand.
bearing

Jones the Steamed wrote:
Late Doors wrote:

At the risk of appearing a bit daft Jones why would they run away from you cos you pointed a ciggy lighter at  them, or is zippo some slang word for summat else.


Probably had something to do with the petrol pump nozzle I was brandishing in my other hand.


Hurrah, he's alive!
Dock

Dock of the Baileys wrote:
Off for the day by me sen next Wednesday, want to try the fantastically named pub: The Philharmonic Dining Rooms. Had a look at some pics, looks great. Whats the beer like? LD?


Trip postponed, as my company have paid me my holiday pay on my last wage, so no days left to take until I finish on the 30th. The useless fucks. Oh, well. I'll go when I'm dole scum. Ace!  
Late Doors

Jones the Steamed wrote:
Late Doors wrote:

At the risk of appearing a bit daft Jones why would they run away from you cos you pointed a ciggy lighter at  them, or is zippo some slang word for summat else.


Probably had something to do with the petrol pump nozzle I was brandishing in my other hand.


Ahhh, *clink* the sound of Penny Dropping.    *gulp* yes i think disappearing sharpish would be the right thing to do.
Butts

4-4  
Robert Robinson

The Maritime Museum at the Albert Docks is good for killing time with the kids.
lebowski

Agree about the Philharmonic Clacks, well worth a visit.

I would also recommend the Fly in the loaf, fantastic range of beers............  http://www.liverpool.com/reviews/...y-in-the-loaf-hardman-street.html
Mick McCann

Spent a lot of time in Liverpool early 90's, going out with a bunch of local women was interesting, good atmosphere out and about.

Also played there a lot during the 80's and always found the Liverpudlians an extremely good audience.

Unfortunately, I have absolutely nothing to say about the city at this moment in time, so reading this was perhaps a complete waste of time.

Also, I could waste your time a little longer by posting more irrelevant shite but I shant do that as it would be remiss of me. Or should I? No, I won't, you've spent long enough reading this bollocks, or have you? Only you can know for sure - have you more time to waste?

You've been saved from me stealing more of your precious time by my eldest kicking me off the computer, good bye.
sheeps

Interesting and informative Mick.


You never fail.
Mick McCann

sheeps wrote:
Interesting and informative Mick.


You never fail.


Thanks sheeps, I do try.
Late Doors

Well had another ace two days last weekend. 50th birthday pressie from MrsD. Two tickets to see James at the Liverpool university, train tickets and a nights Hotel. Very ace

Was it Clacks who posted about the Beatles tour? Well we went on it and it was fab. Two hours flew by. Started off at the Albert Docks with its red brick magnificence illuminated perfectly by the sun and water.

Up to Toxteth to see Ringos family locale, then to Georges little two bed terrace where 6 of em lived. The guide who apparently played Lennons mate in one of the latest films was a good egg with a nice little line in understated scouse pattoir.

Down on Penny Lane (she loved it yeah yeah yeah *doesn’t apply for tour guide vacancy*)

Then up to the more salubrious areas of Lennons Aunties abode and Maccas place. Saw Strawberry Fields gate which although tatty and nondescript was quite evocative in its simple untreated stance.

Bit of a potential crisis as the night club next to the Philarmonic pub burnt down but the Philly was untouched. Other pubs were the ace Dr Duncans where I witnessed the final misery of the Gillingham game coming through. Much talk amongst the locals though about cclleeeeiidsss (attempted scouse)

An old Polish church converted to a pub called the Alma de Cuba was interesting in a WAGGY way. Had it recommended by a scouse mate, a bit pricey so only had one there but enjoyed it

Then a Greek meal before onto the James which is most definitely worthy of a thread on its own
Tank Girl

i went on the beatles tour once. the white piano was a lot smaller than i expected.
Late Doors

You must have gone on the national trust tour then TG where you get to go inside the houses (the NT own the houses now). We didn't manage that (next time though)

We did manage to stand under a statue exceedingly bare but fortunately did not have to dive under a dustbin for deceased rodent fortitude
Late Doors



Just found this. First song, Tim started off the gig in the balcony with this accoustic version of sit down. We are literally right next to him in the balcony as he moved along about 1.40 in. Magical
Butts

Good Leeds fan Tim.
Late Doors

This was just brilliant. Sometimes, first encore then into Laid. about 1 min 20 onward into it and for a few minutes on the crowd response was as good as i've ever heard in 35 years gig going. not an ace vid but brings it back to me. it was great

Late Doors

Butts wrote:
Good Leeds fan Tim.


Aye always had a good Leeds Following as well. LUFC was scrawled all over the condensation in the mirrors going downstairs
Tank Girl

i think i went to some place down near the docks.
it was about 10 years ago, they probly have some kind of theme park now or something.
Dock

Dock wrote:
Dock of the Baileys wrote:
Off for the day by me sen next Wednesday, want to try the fantastically named pub: The Philharmonic Dining Rooms. Had a look at some pics, looks great. Whats the beer like? LD?


Trip postponed, as my company have paid me my holiday pay on my last wage, so no days left to take until I finish on the 30th. The useless fucks. Oh, well. I'll go when I'm dole scum. Ace!  


At the time of my last post, I had quite a lot on my mind so I put this trip off, but thought it would round off this latest chapter of my life nicely to treat myself to the day out on Merseyside that I never got around to last year.

For purely econonomic reasons (£13.50 return) I chose to travel with National Express coaches. It's been a while since my last trip on one of these but I was pleasantly surprised. Very comfortable, plenty of air con, and punctual to the minute. I set off from Leeds at 7.05am, and arrived in Liverpool for 9.30am. The coach stopped in the Manchester terminus for twenty minutes (long enough for a bacon roll and to pick up a copy of last nights Manchester Evening News for Leb).

Driving into Liverpool we went through the area of Kensington, immortalised in the Shack song 'Streets of Kenny'. An infamous area, and one that for years was associated with having a chronic heroin problem and extreme poverty. Even though there are many very grand Georgian town houses in this area, there are still row upon row of victorian terraces all steel shuttered up, with the legend 'Elec off, gas off' sprayed on the front of each property, but it does look like they are going to develop the derelict houses into a new housing initiative, as there were a lot of the steel shutters covered with Liverpool Heritage Project posters. Fingers crossed!

The coach station is right at the side of one of my favorite squares in the world. In every direction you look there is a piece of astounding Architecture. The Walker Art Gallery, The Empire Theatre, The County Sessions House, The Liverpool Uni's North Western Building, and last but not least St. Georges Hall, which in my opinion is one of the grandest buildings in the North of England. Just around the corner is Lime Street station which they've tarted up a bit since my last visit and it looks excellent, retaining its famous arched entrance, with some new steps down the front. Very similar to what they've done at Sheffield station.

It was time to catch the ferry, so off I trotted down the excellently named Canada Boulevard past the impressive Port of Liverpool Building and the Cunard Building to the Pierhead. I don't remember it costing £6.50, but as I said before on this thread, for me the mersey ferry is a must on a day out in Liverpool. First time I've ever done the crossing on a red hot day, and the vastness of the sky was even more, er, vaster, than usual due to the it being a clear blue with not a cloud in sight. Great views of the city, and a new edition to the skyline in the shape of seven massve wind turbines, which only added to the uniqueness of the view.

After a cuppa and a choclate muffin (that was comparable in size to a softball *burps*) It was time to hit the trail again. My first stop was The Merseyside Maritime Museum located at the Albert Dock. First time I've been to this, but what a find. Only two floors, with the the International Slavery Museum on the third floor, but it's really informative about just how much of a major port Liverpool was, and some really interesting exhibitions on how much migration and emigration Liverpool has witnessed through history. Some great stuff on the big liners from the last century including the Titanic and the Lusitania, and a very boys own interactive exhibit (Just as well Mrs. D wasn't around) about how many of the Atlantic Convoys from WW2 arrived and set off from Liverpool. Although I'm a fan of the Royal Armories in Leeds, I do find there's a bit too much to get round, but in this place its just the right size, and you're interest doesn't wain as it would in a lot of similar museums.

A quick look in the Tate Liverpool, and was lucky enough to chance upon Francis Bacon's 'Reclining Woman 1961' (I've seen more Bacons this year than a fecking Danepack lorry, the mans haunting me), and Andy Warhol's 'Black Beans'. There was a Picasso exhibit but it was £10, so what with me being a tight Yorkshire bastard awaiting his first pay packet, I made my exit.

A short carouse through the city centre, and then remembering Mr. Clack and Mr. Doors pop shop recommendations I enquired of one of Liverpool Police Department's Finest "Excuse me, can you tell me how to get to The Philharmonic Rooms pub?" He answered with typical scouse friendliness "Yeah mate, just carry on straight a ed, when you get to the bombed out church it's just up on the left hand side". The bombed oput church I noticed was St. Lukes, all the roof gone after a bombing raid in the last big one, but the rest of it was still standing.

The Phil (as tis' locally known) is amazing, it stands on the corner of Hope and Hardman Street opposite the fantastic art-deco Philharmonic Hall (imagine one of thos old Odean cinemas, but three times the size). The most ornate pub I've ever been in, including all those fine example in T'London. A few smaller snug-like rooms, and then one massive room, that looks more like one of those old establisment clubs for gents who went to all the good schools. A great selection of ales, I chose 'Ale to the Zsar' from Fernandes Brewery to wash down a crispy chicken sandwich with spinach and tomato. A good pub, that I will defo be going back in.

On getting back out on the street, the heat was getting unbearable, and it was nearly kick off time for the Brazil V Portugal match. I walked on to find a really old style corner pub originally owned by the Liverpool brewer Cains, called The Dispensary. I noticed a 'CAMRA Pub of the Year 1999' sticker in the window and could hear commentary, so thought this would do for the Dockster. It was the kind of pub you go in and think "Kin' ell, I wish this my local", good beers, and a really friendly bunch of locals from all walks of life, when someone walked in they addressed the barmaid by her first name. I enjoyed watching the best part of the match, and then it was time to get the coach.

Liverpool will always be a great city, and even though it's had some rough times, I really do think it's luck is changing, and I noticed more building work going on in it's outskirts and in the centre than anywhere else I've visited in the last two years. As with Leeds and nearly everywhere else, they've got empty high street shops To Let, but the saddest one for me was as I walked down Renshaw Street, the old Lewis's Department Store was all whitewashed windows and letitng agent signs. For those of you who've never seen this building it's style is reminiscent of a building from Metropolis in a Superman comic, and famous because it's entrance was where a certain Mr. John Lennon used to meet his Girlfriend Cynthia before they'd go a courting and a kanoodling.

Anyway, a great day out in a great city. That is all!  
Late Doors

Fantastic Dock, it is an ace town and you are spot on about the friendliness in the pubs

That bombed out church once hosted a yoko ono exhibition consisting of loads of pictures of ladies lower frontal area that caused quite a stir

Also the John Lewis building hosts the famous exceedingly bare statue of “dickie lewis” It’s a popular meeting spot underneath it

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and the vastness of the sky was even more, er, vaster, than usual due to the it being a clear blue with not a cloud in sight


and very well done for restraint in not using the blue suburban sky line. It must have been very difficult for you

took these whilst in the philly, gives a good idea of the decor


Late Doors

Actually that last one is Dr Duncans i texted you about, obviously you hold my text recommendations in the same regard i hold your tips?    
Jones the Steamed

Quality report Dock.
Plastic Man

An excellent report, Mr Dock.

However, for future reference, whenever providing any commentary on Liverpool, it is a legal requirement to at least remark on its citizens regarding their cheekiness, unique sense of humour, and their love of light-fingered japery.

Are you sure you didn't go on on the more expansive (and expensive) ferry tour up the Mersey rather the standard ferry.... across de Mersey..... sorry I got a bit distracted there.
bearing

Thing I found fascinating about Liverpool is some of the streets not far from Chinatown are some of the widest I've ever seen, I'm led to believe that this was done as a show of how rich and powerful Liverpool once was (probably one of the most powerful in the World).

I'll have a butchers on google world to see if I can find some...
Dock

Read this on Sunday. I suppose a few of you remember it happening. I don't, I was too young n' that.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2011...3/toxteth-liverpool-riot-30-years
Late Doors

God aye yeah. Thirty years ago? Good grief. It sparked a few copy cat riots  all over the country. I remember someone sticking chewing gum on a Persil advert one Sunday night in Huddersfield during the St Georges Square uprising of ‘81.
bearing

Yes, remember the Toxteth riots...
Grind

But they did at least calm down. Eventually.
Dock

Aintree tomorrow. First day of the Grand National meeting. Me and Wirksworth Pete will be attending. 9am train from T'Leeds. He's getting the Racing Post and I have had the Timeform Guide delivered today with tomorrow's runners and riders. How can we possibly lose? Er..............
Late Doors

Hade another couple of nights in this great town again combining it with the John Grant Gig at the Philharmonic Hall. This time in the grim grey winter whilst the cold and wind lashed in from the Mersey. Chuff me no wonder they are all so bleeding hard over there. It's such a warm town though especially when you get into the snug of the many unspoilt traditional pubs around where the scousers seem to be happiest. Very friendly and chatty as well totally at odds with a certain representation of them that has permeated the national conscience somehow, hmm I wonder why  that is? Possibly the proletariat solidarity that runs through the place as brilliantly demonstrated on Saturday at the price protest at Anfield. Can you imagine that happening at Elland Road????

The city is immersed in this no Frills, down to Earth mentality. Oh there are the smart shops and restaurants galore but none of the elitism that seems to be around Manchester or even Leeds city center. There is this "no one is too big for their boots round here" culture that sits very comfortably with me. I doubt very much there will ever be a UKIP MP in the place.

Sunday  was Chinese new year so we spent the afternoon around the china town area amongst the throngs. The usual dragons and firecrackers wound around the processions and I had five steamed pork dim sum from a little stall outside a Chinese grocers shop. Beautiful intense almost perfumed pork mince in a wet slightly sticky pasta like bun in a broth almost explosive in salty savoury deliciousness.

It wasn't a day for wandering around taking in the old grandeur of the giant architectural monuments to the past that are spread around the city. A coffee in the Tate Cafe in Albert Dock led us into the gallery of the third floor where Cezanne stood side by side by some modern art daring you to make comparisons. There is no comparison between an impressionist vision of honest endeavour captured in the purifying light of the morning sun and a pile of linen stitched together or indeed a huge canvass of black that constitutes the modern impressionism. I kid you not, a pile of washing and a painting of a bin liner. You can think about it all you like, it isn't art, it's a fucking con.

There are so many magnificent pieces if art, old and new but here I am banging on about a couple of pieces of pure crap. Is that doing its job then?

A pint was required so into the White Star just around the corner from Mathew Street. Now I am going to have another moan here. Do these Pub Cos, Independent Landlords or Chains not realise there is a fucking beer revolution going on in the is country and indeed the world. A perfectly unspoilt un fussed Victorian Gem of a pub but liek so many others the blandest most mundane selection of ales ever on offer. Bombardier, Green Hall IPA, EPA, Hobgoblin, maybe Deauchars. Great pubs, shite beers, sort it out for fucks sake or the pubs will be lost. I walked in and straight out of at least Five like it during our stay. Life is too short for crap beer

Like I say though, magnificent old pub and scene of a classic scouser moment. An old guy was at on his own after his friends had left. Two Finnish lads came and sat next to him in the vacant places across from us. They gazed around at the old photos that adorned the hoary  old Victorian walls whilst the rest of the pub chatted. It was a scene of perfect pub conviviality as their gaze settled on a  picture of the Titanic. "Dats the Titanic Dat is" said the old scouser. "Ah Yes" the Finnish lad replied."It wasn't made here d'oh "replied the Scouser. "Belfast" he said whilst the Finnish lads smiled a little bemusedly and a few seconds passed. The pub seemed to descend into a hush as the Scouser then informed them "oww yeeah, we had their piano player in here last week" The Finnish Lads continued their blank gaze at him as the rest of the pub seemed to brace themselves for the inevitable. "He went down well"...............The expression on the Finnish Lads' faces froze blankly. It was as if time stopped. The Pub's chatter ceased and they contemplated what they had just heard for a moment, their faces not registering an iota of acceptance. Eventually (although in reality it was probably only half a second) the stone cold silence into which even a piece of tumbleweed would not drift into was gently pierced with a couple of nasaly chuckles as the old scouser endorsed his own... joke? "Good Dat eh? he said to them as time resumes and the pub returned to its previous state of well being.
 
The Gig was an early starter so after a quick shower and change we headed  up Renshaw Street towards the Dispensary Pub Formerly The Grapes. A proper real ale pub with great beers almost on a  par with Huddersfield Pubs. In fact they had a couple of Huddersfield Brews on. We should have stopped longer but seeing as how we were going to the Philharmonic Hall it would be rude not to go into the Philly Pub. Not a lot more anyone can add about  this immense almost caricatured homage to Victorian Art Nouveau Decor. It's just a  pity no one has told them or indeed their Pub Co Nicholson's that own so many of our country's finest pubs about this beer revolution that is going on right under their noses.

We had booked Tea at the Bistro Jacques very near the Philly for a pre theatre special. Fab restaurant, great French type food and exceptionally good value of you go for the theatre special. Not massive portions but everything perfectly and freshly cooked. The sardine fillet on a ratatouille starter in particular was sensational.

I'll do a separate Gig Report but suffice it to say  I was blown away by the majesty acoustically and visual  of this magnificent venue

Day two saw us risk a metro train ride to Crosley to see Antony Gormley's statues on the beach. I say risk, by now there was a gale force wind to add to the perishing cold  that had you stiffening up to lurch into it. We pushed through it down to the beach as the violent sea crashed onto the beach covering all the statue figures save for their little heads sticking helplessly above. Two minutes was all we could muster, Any closer and we were in danger of being swept in it was that tumultuous. Definitely down for next trip, maybe at high tide in Summer as well.

Bite of lunch in Pinch, a nice little cafe bistro thing and still the weather dampened any serious exploring. The word "shopping makes my heart sink but there is no doubt Liverpool is crammed with every outlet under the sun in various streets and malls all over the place. We jointly entered the ace John Lewis electrical and cookery section plus various high st cheaper clothes shop then split up. I was on a mission. I have about 200 quid's worth of cd vouchers from my retirement gift I am planning on filling a few gaps in my collection with. So into HMV and out with Captain Beefheart, Love, Early Drive By Truckers and Beck.

The Crown just outside Lime St Station is another beautiful pub. Ornately decorated inside with an incredible ceiling and Oak panels that match the wobbly Nouveau exterior. Again such a shame the beer is utter poop.

Bold Street was our evening destination with is multitude of nice looking bars and independently owned cafes and restaurants. Chandlers was a modern bar, ok but empty which was strange as the journey through town suggested Monday night was a big night in Liverpool especially in the many Irish Bars. The evening and indeed the two days were rounded off perfectly in Maray, a tapas type small plate place excellently cooked and  presented and elevated to lovely in that way chefs who care can do so well.

That was that, another good night's sleep in our value for money Adagio apartment and back across the Pennines home for lunch time. Terrific city, who knows one day we might tie it in with a Premier League football match one day.
Grind

Great report, as usual.

I'm a little embarrassed to say that I've only ever been to Liverpool to watch football.

On a similar note, the only other time (besides football) I've been to Manchester was for one of my UCCA interviews at the University (it was my fourth choice - Hull was fifth!).

Everything I think I know about both cities is probably total bobbins.

* To be fair, I don't spend much in the way of time in the Manchester we have here - and I live less than ten miles away.
Late Doors

Up to a few years ago that was all i had been for but its a place i coud go to anytime now.

Oh btw

"But they did at least calm down. Eventually."

took a while to register didnt it, but very good.
Grind

Late Doors wrote:
Up to a few years ago that was all i had been for but its a place i coud go to anytime now.

Oh btw

"But they did at least calm down. Eventually."

took a while to register didnt it, but very good.


A slow burner.

I suspect I'm doing exactly the same thing in this country too, but I seriously regret not having done more "local" exploring back when I was in England - I've probably been to thirty or more countries on holiday over the years, but have overlooked ace places right under my nose. Eejit.

"I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me." *

* If Birmingham counts as paradise
Plastic Man

Grind wrote:
If Birmingham counts as paradise


There is (or maybe now, was) an area of Birminham city centre actually called "Paradise Circus" (up by the Town Hall/ former Central Library/ School of Music).

I can only assume that the name related to what the area was called before it  succumbed to urbanisation, or perhaps Brummy irony.

From my experience of the period I lived there, I would probably have called it "A little bit shit Circus, but not too bad by contemporary standards" or "A little bit shit Circus, but markedly improved when someone chucks a bottle of washing up liquid into the fountain for a laugh".

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