Two more days ! I might just make it.
Lockdown is beginning to grind. This was today’s relapse;
Yes, Mrs RM has put the Christmas tree up.
Anyway, well done to Marine FC.
Yesterday Marine, from our 8th Tier (possibly meaning you’re not allowed to scratch your own ear) reached the 3rd round of the FA Cup.
Here’s their keeper coming back from the local Co-op with the celebratory beers.
Tentative claim to fame : I have been to that Co-op.
In January they could swap a league game against Ossett for a glamour tie at Manchester City. Or someone big like Stevenage.
No crowds allowed for their giant-killing on Sunday over (checks notes) Havant & Waterlooville, so those resourceful Scousers stood on ladders with their glasses of DIPA watching the action.
“Where is Marine ?” asks Dave.
Well, there is no place, Dave (they’re named after a hotel, bit like Crystal Palace or Harrogate).
But take Merseyrail from the Lion to Blundellsands and you’re practically there.
Lots of subdivisions of “Crosby” to get your heads around. Waterloo is the target for pubs, the sea where you head for your dunes, boating lake and iron men.
Waterloo is a great slice of the fiction known as “Merseyside”. Art Deco,
Tetley Heritage at the Liver,
and some really cheery micros like the Four Ashes
and the Corner Post.
That guy was laughing at a long anecdote about American tourists who asked how the Scots captured haggis (they’ve one leg shorter than the other, apparently). Americans aren’t that gullible, are they ?
The most famous pub is the backstreet Volunteer Canteen, but you’ll have to wait a while for a post on the Volly.
Live entertainment at the Liverpudlian (ex-Stamps Too) near Waterloo station, decent Chinese takeaway near the station, and a mile down the road in Seaforth you get this;
Worth a trip, Dave.