I loved The Beatles in my teens, then The Las, support Everton F.C., and my maternal Grandad grew up in Birkenhead. Always seemed like a mythical, magical place to me, although the reality is it's just a northern British town like any other. A big, famous one with some interesting features and history, but a northern British town all the same.
Anyway, to those of you who enjoy looking at other peoples holiday snaps, then today's your lucky day:
Having a pint in Ye Cracke, a pub where John Lennon and Stuart Sutcliffe would drink in their Art school days.
The house that Paul McCartney grew up in, Forthlin Road.
The gates to Strawberry Fields, which inspired the Beatles' song (famously kept off the no.1 spot by Engelbert Humperdinck's 'Please Release Me').
The 'shelter in the middle of the roundabout', which inspired the lyric from Penny Lane.
Statue of The Beatles on the river front.
The sun setting on the River Mersey, with the Wirral / Birkenhead skyline in the background.
And it's strange, even though some of the locals would no doubt consider me a 'bad wool', I felt safer drinking around Liverpool on my own than I ever would in Darlington.
In other news:
Speaking of Liverpool, I somehow found myself watching the last ever episode of Brookside a couple of Fridays ago. Watching cancelled soap operas on Youtube is not something I make a habit of, but I was pissed, and so just went with it.
And one of the scenes was absolutely f*cking *horrific*. There'd been a drug dealer living in Brookside Close, you see. Not a nice, friendly drug dealer who's just filling a gap in the market to make ends meat (and they do exist). But a nasty, bullying one who as a character was portrayed entirely unsympathetically - to fit in with the stereotype, I guess.
To cut a long story short, some of the other residents end up lynching him, thus:
You ain't seeing that on Eastenders and Corrie, are you? And even in my inebriated state, the violence of it was absolutely shocking.
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