In Liverpool, the city centre is so swanky, you don’t think this is the docks filled port town that you’ve read about. But on the outskirts the decay begins to show. I couldn’t spend too much time there or do my Beatles pilgrimage. I was there on work and it was a day long trip. But I had some time to walk about in the evening, and then again at night.
So last night, while a colleague and I were getting back to where we were staying, after dinner… it was nearly midnight. Two women, rather skimpily dressed came and asked us if we knew where a certain club or something was. Even the name sounded vague. We said no, and kept walking. They followed us for some 50 meters, and suddenly one of them screamed.
“Look!! That girl’s wearin’ a real short skirt. We should follow ‘er.”
Second girl, astounded by the genius.
“Yeah! And the skirt’s real short too. Let’s go.”
They started following her. Somehow, one of the best ever conversations about road directions I’ve heard in a while.