Big fish. Little fish. Cardboard box.
Living in Smallville is far more social than I had suspected
and last night I was looking forward to a night in with
Leroy the kitten and my sister. Still, when an old London
buddy called to say that he was in Liverpool on business who
was I to turn down the opportunity of a 'quick' drink?
As soon as we entered the bar we bumped into 4 of the
Hollyoaks girls (the twins, yummy mummy and the psoh one)
who they carried their drinks over and sat next to us. It
was pouring with tropical rain outside which splished and
sploshed into the Mersey. The humidity made my hair big. It
was exotic, exciting and lovely.
Then, something strange happened... as my London buddy
started to (quietly) take the piss out of Liverpool I felt a
strange and long-lost feeling surge through me.
No-one disses my town.
Later, he was telling me that he didn't dare tell his
girlfriend that he'd met me because she was so jealous (he
and I had once dated). Another strange feeling took over me.
Thank god I'm not going through that, I thought, thank god I
can do whatever I want and be me.
Just me. In Liverpool.
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(6.8.04 13:41) Yay for Liverpool! Presume you were in a bar in the Albert Dock? I'm taking Sarah there for a birthday dinner in a couple of weeks (not decided which bar/restaurant yet). But today, I'm off to a quaint and modern caravan in North Wales for a weekend of ale and, um, ale. Yay! |
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(6.8.04 16:22) That was a nice post, Daze. Liberating. |
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(6.8.04 16:37) Just you in Liverpool does indeed sound liberating. Nail on the head, Downtown. And have a thank-you sweetie for the boy, lovely Liverpudlian Dasiy. |