Speaking of Paul McCartney, the Mrs reminded me last night of one of my introductions to Liverpool. We were both beyond sleep deprived on our arrival and just had been shown up to our hotel room by staff. I went back down to the lobby to say goodbye to a friend who drove us from Manchester. Half out of it got back on the elevator, pressed a floor number, got off the elevator, walked down the hall to the last room on the left, opened the door and saw the shades pulled, room darkened and a body in bed under the covers. Me: nice, youre already in bed. Mind if I join you babe? Strange man: you what!? Me: (now instantly wide awake): Im terribly sorry. And b-lined for the door. Conscience: its one floor up you boneheaded yank Good morning Liverpool!
Posted on: Tue, 29 Apr 2014 14:31:10 +0000