2.5 hours on the train from Hgte, super friendly taxi driver took us straight to the hotel Hampton by Hilton.  Super hotel, very new and modern.  Then a short walk into the heart of Liverpool to Bold Street.  Paul McCartney appears to be working in Holland and Barratt.

Just off Bold Street is Slater Street which in the evening is full of live music at venues such as The Shipping Forecast. 

The people of Liverpool have great accents and are really friendly.  Which we were both blown away by.  It’s quite unusual to actually have a shop assistant go and look for an item of clothing for you.

Super meal at the Jamie Oliver Italian restaurant, not so sure about the two tins of tomatoes used as a table stand!

First vintage shop we enter and a woman pops out of the next door changing room and says “are you mother and daughter?” D and I both mouths drop open and just stare at each other, both wanting to point at each other and say her!
Lovely cherry tomato bruschetta for lunch then on to Quiggins hopefully? (vittorio tomatoes D tells me, are the best. Available from Sainsbury’s).
Then into various vintage shops before meeting Thelma Louise (in the British Red Cross charity shop) yes really who was 85 years and up for anything, even making executive decisions about saving a jacket for a gentleman until his payday on Friday. You go Thelma!

We both stuffed ourselves on pick n mix. Tonight it’s the Shipping Forecast and the Cavern Club if I have my way.
The Jacaranda on Slater Street is where you can hear a fantastic blues house band for free.
7.30 on Saturday night and just managed to nab a table at the Shipping Forecast so we can have tea. Looking forward to my cider and a good night of live music fingers crossed.
And I wasn’t disappointed. After mistaking the Cavern pub for the Cavern Club we got in. No charge and two live bands playing simultaneously. A London band and the regular house band the Cavedwellers.  Anyone can get up and jam with them. So we had an original merseybeater, Nick Crouch from the Mojos. Then we had a Lyndsey de Paul lookalike from Massachusetts singing jumping jack flash and not bad too. Then various other people from all over the world before Tommy a real blues singer guitarist got up from New York. The resident photographer took a picture of D and I but we couldn’t find a pen to write on the wall. Shame!

Sunday it was the Tate so suspended basket balls and Bridget Riley’s op art.  A really awesome, wicked, lush, COOL, NEAT weekend.