Greetings from a posh hotel in Liverpool. I’m here for work for a few days. As I head to bed, thought I’d share a few of today’s odder events:
Gourmet food = nice food for very small people. The tiniest of the smalls. Gapping mouths around a table may cause waiters to run for extra side dishes that may arrive ten minutes after main dish quickly inhaled. I’m just saying things like this could happen.
Virgin trains are the singular cause of global warming judging by the full air con they’d going on this morning between London and Liverpool when there was absolutely no need for it.
Taking down the make and number details of random cars in a random car park will draw the attention of the security guards, especially on the docks in Liverpool.
I’ve stayed in this same hotel room before, in Dublin.
There is no way for me to be productive after 4pm on only four hours sleep and no biscuits or sweeties with afternoon tea.
Irish coffee doesn’t come with whiskey in this town, judging by the taste, what’s that all about?
What do you get when you put a bunch of people together who all work for the same company across different locations and functional areas but don’t know each other? A hefty food and wine bill that no sane individual wants to be responsible for.
So ends my first day in Liverpool (aka city #44) and I have to say it’s gone well. It was a lovely, if brief drive from the train station to our hotel with some stunning looking buildings and not a hint of Cilla Black anywhere.
Let’s see what tomorrow brings in this European City of Culture 2008 – at the very least I hope it involves me no longer having “so ferry, ‘cross the Mersey” going round my head like a car doing handbrake turns.
I can only hope.