January 2026. Liverpool. A night in Liverpool before Old Mudgie’s funeral on Friday in Widnes. He’d have been pleased with the last couple of Proper Pubs, and no doubt with the Excelsior across from my £24.99 Travelodge if I’d gone in, but I was done for the night by six. In the morning I exchanged… Continue reading A MORNING IN LIVERPOOL
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CHAT GPT FINDS ME A CHINESE TAKEAWAY IN LIVERPOOL
January 2026. Liverpool. I hope AI does take over the world. It’s much more polite than the humans. Chat GPT may not know how to count, but it can do useful things like advise on Chinese takeaways. And so it was that in the Roscoe Head I was having a conversation with a robot about… Continue reading CHAT GPT FINDS ME A CHINESE TAKEAWAY IN LIVERPOOL
LAST 5 STANDING – ROSCOE HEAD, LIVERPOOL
January 2026. Liverpool. Ten minutes walk from Love Lane through Liverpool One‘s shops brings me to my Travelodge, and reminds me I still haven’t repaired that wedding ring I had surgically removed by Ernest Jones Jewellers here in 2023. My room costs £24.99, which in 1993 would have bought you a terraced house in Anfield,… Continue reading LAST 5 STANDING – ROSCOE HEAD, LIVERPOOL
MAGICAL MERSEYSIDE MURK IN MOSSLEY HILL
January 2026. Liverpool. I thought I’d have a night in Liverpool before Peter the Pub Curmudgeon’s funeral 2 stops away in Widnes on Friday. Normally one hour thirty-six to get to the edge of the Pool, say Google Maps. But this was far from a normal rail journey, as I first had to push the… Continue reading MAGICAL MERSEYSIDE MURK IN MOSSLEY HILL
SCANADALOUSLY, MY FIRST TIME IN LIVERPOOL’S VINES
July 2025. Liverpool. Thursday night brought a gig at Manchester’s New Century Hall, and I really didn’t fancy any GBG ticking before hand after that Stannington Stagger. As Simon will find out when he completes in 2044, the chase is better than the catch (Lemmy, 1980). So goodness knows how I dragged myself to Sheffield… Continue reading SCANADALOUSLY, MY FIRST TIME IN LIVERPOOL’S VINES
“You dancing ?”, “You asking ?”. BAY CITY ROLLERS IN THE WHITE STAR
February 2024. Liverpool. Since City got Haaland the Norwegian tourists now flock to Manchester rather than Beatlesland, and the Cavern Quarter looked quieter than usual last Sunday afternoon. But that was because they were in the bars watching the Reds lose, or packing out the restaurants of Bold Street. Liverpool doesn’t wind down on Sunday… Continue reading “You dancing ?”, “You asking ?”. BAY CITY ROLLERS IN THE WHITE STAR
LIVERPOOL ONE…
February 2024. Liverpool. While Mrs RM was finishing off her Gordon Ramsay cauliflower (not Colin) curry, I was on Merseyrail passing the new Everton stadium at Bramley Moor Docks, pretty much at the exact moment Arsenal re-took the lead against the Reds. That sky was about to turn a gorgeous pink hue, something no doubt… Continue reading LIVERPOOL ONE…
A CULTURAL INTERLUDE
February 2024. Liverpool. I’d left Mrs RM to “do the Liverpool culture” while I nabbed that quick tick at the Red Lion. She headed from the Baltic Market at Cains to the towering Anglican Cathedral, where I tried to catch her up now. When I finished the Beer Guide Mrs RM made it clear she’d… Continue reading A CULTURAL INTERLUDE
A TOTTER THROUGH TOXTETH
Greetings from snowy, sleety, Sheffield. I’m stuck inside with only Mrs RM and last night’s leftover curry for company, so expect manic blogging. February 2024. Liverpool. Sunday morning brought clear skies and a clear route from the Potteries to Liverpool, where our £25 Toxteth Travelodge (with FREE parking) awaited. A day earlier it was a… Continue reading A TOTTER THROUGH TOXTETH
DOCTOR DUNCAN
August 2023. Liverpool. I left Liverpool’s South Parkway (nice art) in a mild quandry. Could I really head straight back to the Wirral without a stop in Liverpool, even with two more ticks to fit in across the Mersey ? No, I couldn’t. Even if it was just a half hour halt for a half… Continue reading DOCTOR DUNCAN
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