Five nights with my French friend Monsieur X, I was excited
and nervous because every time I visited him he showed me beautiful areas of
France. I couldn’t walk him around the
Bullring and Brindley Place for 4 days so I took him to a different part of
England every day including Birmingham.
Monsieur X took a Ryanair flight from Marseille to East
Midlands (no flights to Birmingham), and then my out of date Sat Nav took us to
Liverpool. We were only 10 minutes away
from our destination when it took us
though a derelict part of the city, closed factories, industrial estates and a
corner pub with smoking tracksuits and dirty hair puffing smoke outside – not a
good start.
Luckily for us our hotel for one night didn’t have this view
and was on our tourist walking route. The Dolby Hotel was clean and basic
and the size of bathroom was what we paid for at £44 a night, yes the bathroom
was very small. The selling point was
free parking and position as it is by the docks. For Monsieur X he didn’t feel like he was in
England until the heavy rain storm started when we just parked up outside the
hotel.
I personally think English Cities are all the same, same
shops, same bars and restaurants chains.
But Monsieur X likes lots of types of music so I thought he would find
the Beatles story interesting. He did enjoy the Carven which was very busy on a
Thursday night (full of tourists) and the singer played ‘Here Comes The Sun’ his
favourite Beatles song, so that was gold stars for me.
Next morning we had a full breakfast outside the Gallery
café, Albert Docks so he could smoke and after the waitress took our order
outside and asked me to go in to pay first, his second observation was ‘you
English trust no one’. A few
hours in the Tate gallery, seriously what is so special about a few folded
blankets and video of couple of hookers having a tattoo? At the time there was a Chagall exhibition
which to me was nice paintings to Monsieur X it was amazing works of art.
Liverpool: C’est Bon 
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