Move Order. Prepare to Move.
A final few photos that you will have to match to the dit’s.
A sad face farewell to The Cavern as Sally’s stint in the cloakroom and our life of minor celebrity excess is over. Six months of being mistaken for Cilla Black at the best live music venue in the world is at an end http://www.cavernclub.org. To be honest I am a bit bummed to be missing the forthcoming Mowtown gig with Martha and the Vandellas, but time to hit the road again.
A small tear from the wife saying goodbye to Poop Doggy Dog.
Her last 6am walk at Leverhulme Field went smoothly, although she did pinch Trevor the Vizela’s red ball and was reluctant to give it back. Sally bribed her with some freshly baked peanut butter dog treats and although finding them yummy, she proved to be a quantity not quality girl as for desert she ate 2 cow pats and a litter tray, an afternoon on the sun lounger ensued to digest her fare.
‘Auf Wiedersehen’ to the Frankton Memorial. Many moons ago I briefly met Bill Sparks who was a British Royal Marine in World War 2 and one of the survivors of the Cockleshell Heroes. While on Wirral draft, I made it my mission to clean the plaque as the Scouse worm danglers were using it to cut up bait. Now, 10 years ago I would have offered a lecture on the history of the Royal Marine’s before choking out the fishermen, then dumping them in the Mersey. My mental, mental health guru Dr Dave Jackson will be rightly proud of his therapy sessions and I can put a tick in the slightly more mature box.
So long to fine dining on an epic leaving run. It all started with a dodgy waiter on a roof bar, then the Bolly bubbles got me all romantic under the Liver building before hunger took over and we moved to The Panoramic 34. This is Liverpool’s highest fine dining restaurant and the views and food are just fabulous.
The food was exquisite with the waiter wearing white gloves. The views were not too shabby either with Sally’s medley of sticky duff puddings winning the foodie thing. The only downside was portion control. I was considered something of a heathen for having to eat a bacon sarnie when getting home.
Ich bin Ein Scouser
Liverpool Lime Street.