Eating as donating

I heart Liverpool. I arrived yesterday and fell instantly in love. You need a warm jacket for the weather and coping strategies for dealing with the beatles overload (my strategy is listening to the stone roses on my iPod). But those things aside Liverpool is a treat.


I arrived right in time for an armistice day service at st george's hall. It was actually quite moving, and I confess that like the oldies next to me I had a tear in my eye. War sux.


It is also strangely moving just being in Liverpool. Grandma was born here and I have the address. But am sort of avoiding going. I am being overly sentimental about it I think, which I put down to the worst jet lag I have had yet (only sleeping 2/4 nights I have been in the country plus not sleeping on the flight here - well at least not sleeping much - I normally adjust much quicker than this).

Actually this tiredness it pretty stink. I have bursts of energy in the morning that die by lunchtime. But the fringe benefit is that today I am treating myself with what is rumoured to be a Michelin star quality lunch. Which has the added benefit of supporting my favourite museum in Liverpool: the maritime.



This afternoon, once I finish my lunch, I am headed to explore the rest of Albert docks. I understand there is a beatles museum and a boat tour. I am more interested in the latter. But the former is free. And since I haven't yet got the bill for lunch, I am guessing that free will mean the price is right. And afterall, I have just spent the last half an hour diligently supporting Liverpool museums.

I am such a patron of the arts.




-- Posted from my iPhone