December 2008 Archives

WHENEVER I go to Liverpool for social purposes I usually have a good time.
But that was not the case on the evening of Monday 29 December.
Posh Boots and I had decided - without much planning really - to go to the 'Pool for a few drinks and a meal.
Well, it's a change of scenery, and if you live in Wallasey, as we do, you soon get bored by the very limited and basic restaurant and pub food scene (something akin to what I imagine provincial Russian towns offered in the Communist era).

It's 8.40pm on Christmas Eve as I start to write this, and I feel far from my best physically and emotionally.
But I feel the need to get my message out at this special time of year.
The last two days have been draining - very draining.

IT'S not uncommon at the year's end to feel weary, wrung out.
And this year that feeling is more widespread and pronounced than ever.
On recent shopping trips I made in Wallasey, Chester and Liverpool, I observed that most people looked thoroughly fed-up and not a little scared of what life holds in store for them.