A few more holiday snaps from my trip to Bootle. Not that you need any more convincing, I’m sure.
Oh, here’s one from my walk back from Waterloo on Sunday night.
“Lennon was rubbish. Imagine is the worst song EVER.” said Matt last night. Wait till he hears “The Frog Chorus“.
My car was still there in the morning, so I left it another hour and took in the sights of sunny Seaforth. Posh Bootle, if you will.
You might remember this one from Cathy Price’s Red Lion adventures.
One of several imposing pubs round here, none of them visible on WhatPub unless you uncheck the “Real Ale Available” button.
I nearly had breakfast at Tesco Extra, but thought you’d appreciate a review of a real Scouse café.
L’s Kitchen had the best reviews, and the keenest prices, unless you were a monster.
I had the small. Tasty and grease free, with undrinkable coffee and a lovely smile.
Better than that Premier Inn muck BRAPA has been eating, anyway.
A few more pubs of uncertain status as I approached the docks.
The most exciting of the lot was the “World Famous Caradoc“, which one of you must have been to, if not stayed in.
I didn’t pass a soul on my walk, and it’s not quite as exciting as, say, Ancoats. But it’s spick and span, and I’m still here.
What more can a City fan hope for from Liverpool ?