Well hello there. What a windy week that was. How are your toupees after Dorothy's visit? Still in tact? I do hope so.
Dozza might well have blown the roof off the local train station (or blown a small part of it loose) but she didn't get in the way of a day exploring the city that gave us, and in no particular order, the Fab Four, The Grand National, Cilla Black, and the courage to leave the house on Saturdays with our hair still in curlers. Yes, I went to Liverpool.
Here's how I reckon you could, if you felt that way inclined, spend a day in Scouseland... (lah)