It was very breezy. We took a Beatles tour in a cab with friends we made in Nottingham. The tour guy looked and sounded exactly like Davey Boy Smith the British Bulldog. We got some great pictures and I even made it to Forbidden Planet.
In the spring, to see my hubcaps and in the winter to look for my radio.
Last time I was there, there was a security alert at John Lennon airport. Apparently a suspicious car had been found in the car-park,
in that it had been parked within a proper bay, left unattended for...