Over Easter, Lee and I trundled down to Liverpool in the Raptur (my car) for the weekend. We were attending a bourbon festival, you may recall. I am happy to report that they served not only lashings of the alcoholic stuff, but also the biscuits – best of both worlds.
We stayed at Hotel Indigo which I heartily recommend. Liverpool is a lovely city and feels very similar to Glasgow – they’re both crammed full of big fancy buildings, mixed with the new, with friendly people and awash with “American” restaurants. Oh, and they’re also both built on tobacco and slavery.