TALES FROM THE WILLOW BANK

July 2025. Smithdown Road. Liverpool.

The train from Liverpool’s mysterious Wavertree Technology Park left in 24 minutes. Google Maps said it was 28 minutes walk from the Black Cat to the station; I reckoned that minus 4 minutes was enough for a pre-emptive half in the Willow Bank, which I swear had three pint pots when I looked on the CAMRA website.

I thought I’d been here before on my Penny Lane perambulation, but that was the Brook House.

NEVER, ever pass a pub door, folks.

The Willow Bank has Walker’s livery, horseracing from Haydock, wherever that is,

and a five pound burger. Should have had one.

Should have had a pint of Abbot, too (NBSS 3). Halves never work.

Particularly in a Thatchers glass.

A joyous place, with CAMRA discount.

Right, a sprint to the station.

Ignore the lambabana, and the red light.

5 thoughts on “TALES FROM THE WILLOW BANK

  1. You seem to be getting faster all the time. Minus four minutes for a half, so if you’d had a pint that would be minus eight, so you’d have arrived at the station even earlier. It’s no wonder I can never keep up with you.

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    1. I see that there are plans to reanimate Concorde Will.

      That means that Martin will be able to land before he took off…

      Incidentally, the alliteration here’s getting all a bit Leonard Sachs, what?

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