I've been doing some post-work gallivanting this week. It's a joy to live so close to such a vibrant, amazing city. Ten minutes on the train and I'm here:
Wednesday evening saw me rendezvous with my brother as we had an invitation to visit La Tasca and check out their cocktail and mini tapas offer.
Princess Leia buns and Mojitos are a good combination, yes?
It got top marks from me. We ate like kings - the staff were lovely and brought over all sorts of different little nibbles for us to try. I've established I still can't bear olives (does this come with age? If so, I'm running out of time!) but everything else was utterly delicious. Plus it's always a good sign when cocktails taste like they contain alcohol rather than just fruit juice! I can report that the mojitos and strawberry daiquiris get my seal of approval.
Then last night I went on a ship! Well, Liverpool is a maritime city. It wasn't completely out of the blue - I didn't get chatted up by a sailor or anything. I'm a member of Fact Fifty and we get invited to exhibition previews and other cultural type events throughout the year. This was a private evening tour of the Kathleen and May. I know next to nothing about ships but even I can tell that she's been beautifully restored. I'm the nosy type so I went exploring round the cabin and galley: everything is so neat! I couldn't live on a ship. They'd make me walk the plank for being so unbearably messy.
When on board a ship, one must naturally pretend to steer it:
Captain (aka Papa) Odd Socks
Or, you know, stick your head in a funnel:
Dress & cat ring - River Island sale
Belt - Primark
Cardi - Matalan
Jacket - c/o French Connection
Shoes - Dorothy Perkins
Bag - John Rocha
I love Liverpool
Note: I wasn't paid for the review but La Tasca did pick up the bill