The Beatles Story

Jun 10, 2008

Liverpool has always been the synonym for the Beatles. No wonder then that we rushed to the Beatles Story first, eager to feel the goosebumps for being so close to the legends. But what a disappointment it was. It's way too ordinary an exhibition for those extraordinary lads.

Possible (and definitely subjective) reasons for its not living up to our expectations: We were told by the staff that 45 minutes were enough, so after having a Latte at Starbucks, we entered the museum at 5, which meant that we had a full hour for the tour. Imagine our surprise when the staff started rushing us towards the exit more than half an hour before the closing time. They were obviously in a hurry to close for the day. How could you enjoy it if they tap you on the shoulder and tell you to hurry up.

Reason two: Graceland. Hadn't we been on the Elvis tour, we might have been happier with the Beatles. In Graceland, you are perfectly aware of the fact that it's a rip-off, that it's tacky and tasteless, and maudlin and mawkish. And still, there's something about this tour that makes you believe the King is alive. And you're happy you did it. And then you buy yourself your first musical magnet that, by singing Suspicious Mind on the fridge, reminds you of this happy day.

Just for the record: I've always liked the Beatles more than Elvis. Now, when I think about it, I'm not so sure. What a consumer I am! And I love it!

You'll Never Walk Alone

Jun 8, 2008

We left Glasgow before six a.m. and stopped in Carlisle for a Wetherspoon breakfast. The Citadel, with its two impressive towers, dominates the centre of the Cumbrian capital. Carlisle Castle is also worth a visit, as well as the Cathedral, which is the only cathedral in Cumbria.

Liverpool was our next stop. It took us quite a while, since the traffic got heavier as we headed further south. What the boys wanted to see first was Anfield Road. It was already two p.m. and there was no time left for dropping us at a shopping mall so we decided to join them on the tour of the stadium. But soon we were in a state of utter disbelief after being told that the tours were fully booked and there was no way we could get in. So what was supposed to be a leisurely spent afternoon, turned out to be an afternoon of bickering and squabbling over who should have booked the tickets up front and who should have known that the British kids were on Easter break etc, etc. Luckily, the shop and the Liverpool FC's memorabilia helped to ease the tension and we drove merrily to the Albert Dock on the River Mersey.
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