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Wednesday, 9 July 2014

9 Newcastle Road, Liverpool: for a kickoff.

A number of readahs have written to ask if this nonsense is finally, and not before time, over. The answer is no, but it is on hiatus, as I put what little energy I have into other stuff for a while. When will it re-start? I know not, but rest assured if I receive anything sufficiently interesting in the meantime I'll be sure to post.
In the mean-meantime, here's a little pic of where, for our boy at any rate, it all began: the kitchen at 9, Newcastle Road, near Penny Lane.
I was lucky enough to visit this place when it was for sale recently, tagging along with an interested party (ahem). The house was atmospheric in the extreme - refreshingly unrefurbished, vintage wallpaper, bare floorboards etc. And the kitchen, where one day Fred and Julia utilised the floor for a spot of you know wot, with the result being you know who, likewise.
Anyway, not with a whimper, but a bang, I leave ye for now.
Thanks, as ever, to Mr L for the pic.