SHPics is a man of his word.
‘Et Voila…Liverpool, Part Two’
Mrs SHPics was born here, (though nowaday’s you can’t tell..She’s frequently sober, hasn’t tried to pick my pocket since before we were married and doesn’t have a voice that sounds like a cat being put through a liquidiser)….
Obviously she’s not been back for a real visit for years….
A trip on the Mersey ferry was towards the top of the list of her ‘must-do’s’…We caught the Royal Iris, a boat she remembered from when she was a young hoodlum, studying pre-school street crime and obtaining liquorice with violence. The sun was shining, and it was all rather wonderful as we climbed aboard and a man with cotton wool in his ears cast off the mooring rope…..OH MY GOD….Only then did the speakers start blaring the strangled, discordant warblings of ‘Gerry & The Pacemakers’ and “Ferry ‘Cross The Mersey”…..NO ESCAPE !!!!! AAAAAAGGGHHHHH!!
Life raft and flotation device….Grown men were fighting over these as the music started….
The Captain considers ending it all…’Gerry & The Bloody Pacemakers’ for the millionth time.
Luckily it soon became apparent that they only play ‘Nasal Gerry & The Ruddy Awful Pacemakers’ when the boat docks and sails from the front of the Liver Building…Docking procedures on the opposite bank are blisfully silent…Heaven..
Surely it would just be easier to stop playing that bloody song…..
What do you mean, “What bloody song?”…
This bloody song……YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!
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