feeling listless

That Day As my taxi weaved through the streets I glimpsed St Patrick's Day night in Liverpool City Centre. My expectation was to see a Friday night atmosphere midweek. Instead there were sporadic groups huddled around the entrances to bars almost trying to tempt themselves across the threshold. Perhaps the week night only tempted the dedicated to stay out later. My lasting image will be of five girls trying to get on a bus without giant Guinness glass shaped hats falling off their head.