As my Facebook friends will be fully aware, because I haven’t stopped going on about it since, as of February I started working on the dark side of the Mersey in Birkenhead, or Birkenshed as I prefer to call it. I wasn’t a fan at first. But now, believe it or not, the place seems to be growing on me. Here’s why.
The view of the Liverpool waterfront
Naturally. It’s glorious, and I can see it from my window in work. When it was foggy the other week and I couldn’t see the Liver Birds I was clammy with terror that I’d never get to see them ever again.
On Tuesday I got the ferry home from work. The novelty of this was almost too much for me to cope with. I morphed into irritating tourist mode and made a show of everyone I was travelling with by taking loads of photos and singing along with Gerry Marsden to Ferry ‘Cross The Mersey. So much fun.
The chicken shop
“The chicken shop” is actually a butcher’s called Longton Hall Farm (apparently they also have a branch in Bootle?) and they do a hot deli counter at lunchtime of the most delicious chicken (other meats are available.) My particular favourite is the Chinese chicken – you get eight massive chunks for £2 and they are a taste sensation. Admittedly, this shop may be a contributing factor in my weight gain since the Birkenshed move, but it’s too tasty to resist. YOLO, and all that.
I posted a photo of this shop’s signage on Facebook the other day because it made me howl laughing.
Do they really have outlets in London, Paris and New York? I think not. Plus, how do they expect their business to flourish if you can’t tell your friends about it? Have they never heard of word-of-mouth marketing? Despite this, I ventured in a couple of days ago and it is crammed full of trousers sporting crazy prints. THESE ARE MY VERY FAVOURITE KIND OF TROUSERS. So it gets the thumbs-up in my book.
Granted, Birkenshead is OBV full of wools, and the stench from the wastewater treatment plant nearby (which is a fancy way of saying “sewage”) made me gag as soon as I got off the train last week. But I’m definitely warming to the place.
Am I…am I turning into a wool?!