Fuck lads what a fucking trip for myself and Dave (affectionately now as God_23 and ILD). Just thought it would be good laugh to give a little run down of our trip.
Up 4:30 to drive to Dublin and the roads were fucking covered in snow. The first half hour or so was spent driving on the wrong side of the road becuase it was "less snowy".
After a 2 hour ferry (spent drinking and playing cards) and a two and a half hour bus journey we arrived in Liverpool only to be told that we were staying with 3 random strangers, we only had 1 key between the five of us and no key for the apartment front door. We were told to be at Aldo's after the game to get the front door key (again 1 between 5), but it was ok because John Aldridge and Jan Molby would be there (how i loathe the latter).
Off to the Cabbage for a few scoops with Mark Mc (absolute gent) and then on to the King Harry, on the way to which we turned down several offers of match tickets. The three of us had decided to stare down the guys at the dartboard in the hope that they were the other members of this place and spent about 15 minutes eyeballing random strangers and then decided that the guy standing beside us had to be Andy. A further 1 minutes was spent poking and repeatedly shouting "Andy" in the hope of a reaction, obviously it didn't turn out to be him.
After meting a few of the lads and a few pints it was off to Anfield and asking anything that moved for a ticket. Unfortunately it didn't work, so it was back to King Harry for a skinful. Great fun there including a lot of verbal abuse for some old guy (Joe) and i think it was Sheik who claimed to be more Irish than me!
Next destination was to be Aldo's to get our key from Jan Molby, so we left the King Harry walked in one random direction and winged it.. Not a good idea. After getting lost we hopped on to a bus that said city centre on thr front and got out at the last stop and realised we were out by the docks!! We eventually got a taxi to Aldo's but the lads with our key had fucked back to the apartment and to add to our disappointment no sign of Jan Molby, so gave the boys a buzz and assured them we'd meet them in 5 minutes at the apartment. Unfortunately after geting dropped 30 seconds from the apartment, it took us 30 minutes to find them. The lads with the key were just leaving and we got there in the nick of time, but for some reason gave them back the key.. Quick change of outfit and down to Weatherspoon.
Obviously started with a round of double vodkas, but it took Dave about half an hour to get his round in becuase the barwoman wouldn't serve for queue jumping, so he decided to stalk her all over te pub.
On to heebie's and I'm gonna be honest my memory is hazy. But this is sme of what I remember
DB being a stud
Pushing IJG on to a couch on top of two girls
Dave kneeling behind me and somebody pushing me
Trying to dance
Me and Dave continuously buying rounds at the same time and always ending up with two drinks
Apparently i gave an effort at break dancing which I've been know to do.
I don't remember leaving but I remember being outside Heebies and we weren't sure why we were outside..
Finally found our way back to the apartments and Jan Molby never left the key out for us. We tried ringing the lads in our room but no answer (apparently we left him an abusive voicemail). We decided to sit on the ground and wait it out after ring all the buzzers got us nowhere.
I was woken up by some scouse scallies laughing at us and when I got my bearings I realised we were both after falling asleep at about three in the morning in a doorway on Lime Street.
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We kept ringning buzzers and knocking on the door to no avail. Dave tried the buzzer on another door. Some guy (also Irish same trip as us) opened the door (which we thought was the wrong set of apartments) but we decided to sleep in the hall. Just as we were about the roll up in a carpet that was in a corner Dave suggested I see if any rooms were open. Number 8 was open and turned out to be our room (the door we banged on for a hour earlier was the wrong one) and we finally made it to bed.
seriously guys, great time thanks to everyone for being such a laugh (couldn't be arsed mentioning all the names) and to the scousers for showing us around.
Will definitely do it again
