tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617277832929690109.post6925912533441653847..comments2024-03-16T20:10:28.756-07:00Comments on The Bell Curve of Life: Beatles in Liverpool: Penny LaneJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09344493051918988282noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617277832929690109.post-39319581159290690472017-01-26T12:25:34.935-08:002017-01-26T12:25:34.935-08:00I lived in Calton Avenue, off Penny Lane in the ea...I lived in Calton Avenue, off Penny Lane in the early/mid 1990s. The Dovedale Towers was a lovely old scruffy pub that had oodles of worn charm, and it had obviously seen better days. I remember going there as a student with my mates, having a few reasonably priced, well-kept beers and playing pool. The carpets were worn, and in places torn. The once grand flock wallpaper with gold trim hung down limply, sadly in places, rolling down sadly like silent frozen tears on a once proud face. Hear and there the rain came in and buckets were placed to catch the drops. We sat at tables up on the raised platforms that looked like courtroom docks and galleries. It was still a very beautiful place, and we liked it more for it's honest shabbiness. While supping our beers we also seemed to be drinking the spirits of some long-forgotten memories. The Dovedale, though reminds me of warm, happy Sunny afternoons and evenings, the end of college days. The landlady then was a lovely lady with grey hair. It reminds me too of a hoax "Free festival" in Sefton Park, where thousands showed up on a slightly rainy/Sunny day with their bring yer own booze (and whatever). No bands showed up, but we played frizbee, people got together away from their own lives in their little rooms all over and we shared a lovely day in the Park, before heading off to various impromptu spontaneous parties in shared houses. It could only happen like that in Liverpool. Happy days.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04940452404717604677noreply@blogger.com