So today is my 12th wedding anniversary and now over 10 years since the best day of my life Istanbul. As the old gag goes I could have been in and out for manslaughter by now. In way of celebration we had got rid of our three daughters for the night and I was to take Mrs Fay on a 12 boozer pub crawl and take in the cathedral along the way and go up the top of it. Delayed in ditching the kids it became just a 12 boozer pub crawl. I had decided on 12 as its a dozen and a decent number. That was until this morning when somebody called me an old romantic in going to a pub for every year of our marriage so I will stick with that and use it in future years though once we get past 15 years they could turn into interesting sessions !!
So a walk down from our house and pub 1 The Otterspool and as ever the service to get served was terrible. A decent walk to pub 2 and The Britannia and even longer to get served and I swear whilst waiting I seen a family of four weighing what must have been a combined weight of two tonnes come out. Obviously Britannia season ticket holders. Next up was the long slog into the edge of town but I decided that I wanted to put my jeans on rather than shorts so I finally got to walk up and indeed see close up something that I had wanted to for years. The Dingle Dockers steps. Located leading up to what is know as the “Bread” streets heading out of town they are on the left after the apartments end in the filled in dock. As I walked up them I thought imagine all the dockers who had walked up and down these steps over the years and how great it would be to go back in time and see the steps being used. There was a belter mural at the bottom of the steps (Pic below) and here are two links to some pictures on the steps and a blog on the steps. A great piece of local history that has survived the destruction by city planners of the past and the new spread of developments happening now. DINGLE STEP IMAGES DINGLE STEPS BLOG
So back on track and now in my jeans thanks to an Arriva day ticket pub 3 was The Marina. Lovely sitting outside looking at all the boats and thinking I really should name my one “Dignity” though I reckon there must be a few “Dignity’s” knocking about now. Pub 4 and The Coburg and again what must be an old Liverpool pub that could tell a few stories. Another chance to sit outside with a bevy and as I had banged my jeans on the sun had come out !! Pub 5 and the excellent Baltic Social. Always a nice vibe in this boozer and lots of afternoon tea on the go and also a hen party on the start of their night complete with blow up doll. All these heartbroken blow up dolls that are bought and never used but just paraded around the city centres of the UK. Pub 6 and The Camp and Furnace. Mrs Fay decided to have a scran here as it had one of its regular food slams on the go (Eating is cheating) The Camp and Furnace was full of what are now known as “beard knob heads” having ditched my great beard. Been there done that was doing it before all you fucking hipsters go and get a shave. One female hipster had a jogging top on down to her kees and a male hipster had some scruffy looking jogging bottoms on and a cricket jumper ??? I did set a young boy on the path to a good life though as after she had finished serving the barmaid came to me next and I said this little boy was first and that he needs to be taught the ways of bar etiquette to which she laughed. The boy did say thank you and got his glass of coke now fully trained on what to do at a bar. If I see him jumping in the queue in 10 years I will pull the little fucker up !! The highlight of The Camp and Furnace being Mrs Fay having an argument with an electric door on the way out. The door won much to my amusement with the ref waving it off after a standing count of 8 after landing it’s near knockout blow. We were only on pub 6 out of 12 how were we gonna make it to 12 ??
Over half way now and onto pub 7 The Observatory and a lovely outdoor seating area, first time in here and I love breaking new ground pub wise. Slightly less cooler than The Camp and Furnace but with the added bonus of not as many “Beard knobheads” Next up pub 8 and again like the Dingle Steps something I have wanted to see for years. I have been in most boozers in Liverpool. By that I mean proper boozers not new trendy bars but for some reason The Baltic Fleet had escaped me. Well now I had lost my Baltic virginity and montage below of our wedding anniversary day out has me in the picture showing my joy at finally making it to The Baltic Fleet. Next up the walk into town and I finally decided that eating was not cheating and decided to have some “Jockey Whips” in Burger King highlight of which were going the toilet in there and it being like a game of the Crystal Maze it was that far away and seemingly complex to get to and then sitting down and a woman coming up to me and saying sorry this area is being cleaned which then looking at I could see a sign in the distance so politely moved. The cleaner then just removed her sign and set up the chairs in a slightly different order and it was open ???
So the final stretch and pub 9 The Canarvon Castle full of old people and one for the future and around the corner to pub 10 The Old Post Office. Mrs Fay was feeling the place now as I was just gearing up to really kicking on and it was to pub 11 The White Star. Used to love taking my old man in here for a pint. Lots of boxing memorabilia in here and I asked Mrs Fay “Who is that” to which she replied “Muhammad Ali” well it was only Kirby’s finest John Conteh !!! So the final pub and I had saved The Cavern until last for a bit of a sing song to The Beatles. On talking to the bouncer on the way in we were talking on how we used to come here 20 years ago. he was either bored of our drunken ramblings or wanted to give us an early anniversary present but he let us have a walk in saving £4 each. I think the fact that we were locals and not tourists he let us in for nowt. I was just glad I wasn’t barred from a fortnight before in playing the innocent game how many Japanese tourists can you get in a selfie in The Cavern. I celebrated doing the dirty dozen by moving onto Desperados but Mrs Fay was feeling the pace and to give her credit 13 drinks is a decent session by anybody standards. My pet hate in pub toilets is people trying to dish out aftershave and stuff for money. I just leg out to avoid contact but tonight was met with “Wash yer hands boss” to which he is totally correct but after 13 drinks I just can’t be arsed going through the hassle of being pestered. I should have just said “Not a chance boss I am a filthy bastard” and then shake his hand and thank him for his offer !
So armed with our Arriva day tickets we legged it to Queens Square and got on the bus home just before midnight. A nice breakfast out in the morning a a walk to shake off the cobwebs was done but Mrs Fay had a bit more than cobwebs on the go and was feeling just a touch delicate.
Here is to another 12 years and many more x x x
Fay x x x x x x x