a few of the best worsts *ever*

nick and davoud were up in liverpool this past weekend and we experienced some fairly shocking things. friday night we stayed in and were joined by my friend jessica for some food and wine. and considering how much fun we had that night, we probably should have spent the rest of the weekend in the confines of my flat. except if we'd done that, i probably would have freaked out *monica* style at the mess ;)

i had to work on saturday, but we three we going to a gig at the academy that night. we went to eddie rockets for dinner - my new favourite place to eat in liverpool - before going to see sons & daughters, a scottish indie rock band. we got there early. i mean so early that there were only two other people at the bar. so we ordered a few pints that tasted slightly off and waited for the main attraction. whilst waiting we endured two of the *worst* live bands any of us had ever seen. absolutely shockingly bad. we got soaked leaving the venue and warmed ourselves up at the everyman bar before heading home for an early night.

on sunday we had a leisurely breakfast at green days cafe - mmm...fruit, honey, yoghurt and muesli.... - and wandered down to the tate liverpool for some culture. the turner prize has moved from london to liverpool for just this one year in the name of the capital of culture. and on top of that it was free! we weren't overly impressed with some of the works, but there were moments of brilliance that a couple artists were able to convey quite well. but the most interesting bit had to be the visitor comments wall.

we were feeling a bit peckish and dinner wasn't planned for another 4 hours, so we decided to make the short drive to woolton village to a highly reputed whisky bar called fargo. it's north dakota/prairie canada themed, but in a very classy way. there is even a life size polar bear behind velvet rope.

first thing i said was: where's all the whisky?

the selection was no better than any other bar i'd been into so we were immediately disappointed. the menu looked good though so we ordered some food. more disappointment with uncooked chicken and some prawns that may or may not have been cooked. after a little tiff with our slightly snotty waitress they agreed to knock it off the bill and we left quite promptly after finishing our drinks.

so fargo is now on the banned list.

the weekend was saved by jill scott who played an absolutely brilliant show in manchester on sunday night, but more on that later.