File Closed

It started with a chance encounter with Sting's son and now it ends with, well, nothing. I have thrown in a picture of fireworks on the Mersey to celebrate Liverpool's 800th birthday celebrations to spice things up. I am spent. I am not the person I was when I started writing this blog but I am not sure that I have 'grown'. If I have grown I am not sure that I like what I have grown into.

I don't know why I write here anymore. I have lost my passion for it.
Liverpool Headlines has reached its conclusion for me.

I thank you for reading what I have written. Take care

Take My Hand, Knot Your Fingers Through Mine

Sat in Lord Mountbatten's old residence as Miranda walked up the aisle I couldn't help but get butterflies, I imagine it is normal for your mind to wander at time like these and mine was walking for miles. She looked beautiful as you would imagine a bride would on her wedding day and I got a lump in the back of my throat as the bride and groom read their vows, genuinely taken over by the occasion.

Dinner was provided later in the afternoon and I was given a special honour of sitting with the brides mother's family. I was sat between Grandmother and a celebrity couple, Tim Henman and Leanne Battersby from Corrie, and given that we were all northerners on a jolly down south we had a good time. We were laughing so much that people began to stare but when gran turned to me and asked "do you eat rice?" there was little else that could be expected to happen.

The evening reception saw the arrival of more familiar faces and as you would expect there was dancing with glow sticks. Oh, I should mention that I rescued the intoxicated groom from drowning in a big pond and that when everybody but the Bride, RC and I were left in the hotel bar we had drinks with coaching staff from Ipswich Town FC.