Ferry Across the Mersey

I didn't post yesterday because I spent it in Liverpool wandering around.

Also, I went out on Thursday night which was relatively exciting.

Jeez, this blog is becoming boring, I'm even falling asleep myself as a write it!

No idea where the enthusiasm I once had for this thing is gone, but you'll be glad to hear I'm busy trying to do stuff now instead of sitting around all day in my pants scratching my testicle hairs.

Nice image, I know, but for now I'll have to wipe that away for you so I can actually write about the sweaty thing I intended to when I titled this post after Jerry Marsden's song.

Yesterday I went on the Mersey river cruise, a ferry trip that lasted about an hour.

It was pretty good actually.

Sitting at the front of the ferry meant that when it was travelling at speed we were subjected to wind chill so intense that my face froze into a frown.

Then I realised, of course, that a frown is my only expression anyway so it wasn't too much of a bother.

I actually got off the ferry on the Wirral to take a look around.

Apart from the fact there isn't a city there, the Wirral appears to be quite similar to Liverpool, perhaps more affluent because it doesn't have a city there.

Right, so that's it, today's post done.

I'm off to spend the rest of this evening sitting in front of the TV in my pants, doing my best to avoid scratching any part of my anatomy too much.