Well, we were supposed to be island hopping through the Andaman’s into Malaysia this winter. These tropical plans were however shelved for Ali, Bill and a life of celebrity, with Sally working where Cilla Black started namely the cloakroom of the Cavern Club. Please have a look at the Cavern Club website at http://www.cavernclub.com.
Now, the last time I was in Liverpool was 1987-8ish, fresh from an unfortunate incident with a Butlin’s Red Coat that was all Ian Howarths fault. Banned from absailing out of Choppers as pulling in 30ft of slack before despatching was deemed chopperish. Hopefully I have grown up a bit.
All started well being on the Top Table of the Cavern Club’s Christmas Staff bash, even more ‘importanter’ I might add than Julia Baird (John Lennon’s half sister) who is behind Sally’s left shoulder. Numerous other faces that I sort of recognised followed by a first night of Bruce Foxton and Russell Hastings from the ‘Jam’. Who can blame her for the glam diva thoughts of a chaise lounge, bowls of Red M and M’s and red rose petals in the toilet bowl…
The bottom rung reality of celebrity proved somewhat different…. Still a front row seat on the happenings in the world famous Mathew St, the best live music venue in the world, with a promise to fix the broken fan heater before the next cold snap is a pretty good start.
First week has been a blur of food, drink and epic live music, for those in the know, we have been well and truly ‘Heckled’.
There is hope in the form of the Mighty Greens beating Newport County, then Dean Burchell can have my Anfield tickets in return for delivering my 8lb food baby.
If anyone can make any sense out of this then please write to me at some random flat in Albert Dock and I will answer you at Easter.
Have a good one guys.