Torn between two nations - this Libertine
Well, my holiday in Spain has done its job of making me relaxed and cheerful of disposition. I know, I know ... it won't last.
I arrived back at what I still call Speke Airport (John Lennon Airport, my arse!) at 1.40am this Saturday just gone. A mate from Wirral came to pick me up and drive me back to New Brighton, which was very good of him.
While in Spain for a week I ran each day on the beach for 30 mins and swam in the sea. Brilliant.
After arriving back, this weekend I had a great lunch at The Courtyard in Oxton Village - the (only) posh bit of Birkenhead - with Ieaun Cilgwri and also afternoon drinks with him and the African Queen at the stylish Oxton Bar Terrace (the former Talbot pub).
It feels like I'm still on holiday, because last night, I was joined at the Magazine pub in dear old New Brighton by the Argonaut J, his American missus Megzie, a very beautiful Aussie hair artiste friend of theirs, and Ieaun and his teenage son, Scorchio.
The Mags was very lively last night and full of eccentric northern English types. There was some sort of quiz and farewell 'do' going on - involving a cheese-tastic soundtrack and much raucous laughter from women with tortured hair. It was like being in the middle of a Victoria Wood sketch.
Tonight I shall be going to the Pilot Boat pub (next to the Mags) to watch the Manchester derby match. I was a City fan years ago, during the Franny Lee years and I retain a great affection for them.
Mind you, I also feel increasingly drawn to Wigan Athletic, after their tiger-like fighting form in recent weeks. I've asked my sister, Princess Stephanie of Wigan, to buy me a baseball cap in Latics colours.
Anyway, dear readers, I thank God for being born and raised in the north of England; and I ask God to help City win tonight. It is part of a deity's job to give lessons in humility to dark, easy-to-dislike, forces such as Manchester United!
It was good to go away on holiday.
And it was good to return to my beloved homeland.
The homecoming brought a piece of good news. My novel 'The Wearons' - about extraterrestrials living in Liverpool - has been chosen for participation in a literary competition being run in Liverpool.
I have to go along to the heats next month and read a 3-minute extract from the novel. I'm debating whether to go in character as the book's main protagonist James - a big drinker, a flaky libertine ... and an unlikely hero of a war in space.
Whaddaya think?
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Steve Regan - Steve Regan is a writer who also runs the Bards of New Brighton poetry and music club, which meets at the Magazine pub, New Brighton, on the second Monday of every month. starting at 8pm. Free admission
great to have you back steve,,,marty here ..city to win 3-0 and would like to see wearons book ,,,who ar eall these strangely named people ??/my mates are called ,,john,,pete,,etc...good luck steve,,MW
Wigan continue down the path of survival by beating the mighty mags and your other team City emerge victors over United. Bring on the mighty Wearons. Lifes on the up for you at the moment Mr R and long may it continue. Of course as some roman general once said: When you see peace prepare for war.
After taking a trip to Spain, it seems that you rejuvenate your zest to compete.
:)
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