Wed 13 Aug 2008
I recently visited a friend who lives just outside Liverpool. He will tell you he lives in a posh bit of the Wirral, but it’s just outside Liverpool as far as I am concerned.
As part of the visit we were treated to a night out in the city, my first. It was a strange experience overall, but I managed fully take in the 2008 European City of Culture, in between avoiding puddles of vomit.
We had been wandering around a few bars when I was approached by a young lady of the region.
“Are you a scouser?” she asked in the broadest scouse accent it has ever been my pleasure to hear.
I have no idea why she asked me if I was a scouser. I do not look like a scouser, I don’t think. I wasn’t speaking scouse, but I suppose I was in an area densely populated by scousers. I quickly weighed up the pro’s and con’s of pretending to be a scouser, with the pro’s topped by nothing more than a brief but awkward conversation, and con’s topped by a fatal stabbing, national press coverage and my name used in knife crime adverts for years to come. The decision was fairly simple.
“Er, no I’m not a scouser.” I replied, matter-of-factly.
With that she sighed and moved on to a guy a few feet away.
“Are you a scouser?” she asked him.
This seemed like a bit of an unnecessary question, as the answer was self-evident. It was clear to me and everyone else present that he was, in fact, a genuine scouser. The ‘conversation’ vs ‘knife attack’ ran through my mind once again.
“Yeah.” he replied in the high pitched tone generally heard among the natives.
With that, she proceeded to give him a thorough tonsil lashing. Which I think it is fair to say he seemed to enjoy. I had not anticipated this in my brief assessment of the outcomes. At no point had I considered the question “Are you a scouser?” being used to uncover the final unknown quantity in her decision to snog me.
That said, if my list of pro’s and con’s had been topped by ’stabbing’ vs ’snogging’ I would probably still have denied I was a scouser. She wasn’t that fit.
As an aside, has anyone else seen the Lambananas? There are lots of them around the city and they strike me as a little bit sinister. If someone is going to mix animals with fruit I would much prefer to see a Chimpinapple or Rhinorange.
13 Responses to “Liverpool”










August 13th, 2008 at 8:44 am
I think you’ll find, Angry, that her behaviour constitutes what’s called ‘foreplay’ in Liverpool. In fact some folk in ‘the pool’ would think that four words is a tad over-generous and the simple one-word questiions ‘Fuck?’ or ‘Snog then Fuck?’ would suffice.
August 13th, 2008 at 9:15 am
I’m a scouser and that’s never happened to me. I obviously haven’t got your dashing good looks!
Was the girl orange? Lots of girls here think the orange umpa lumpa look is the one to go for.
The small lambbanana things are only around until next month I think, then they’re getting auctioned off.
August 13th, 2008 at 9:17 am
‘City of Culture’? Only if that culture is a yeast infection.
August 13th, 2008 at 10:13 am
“Er, no I’m not a scouser.” I replied, matter-of-factly.
I hope you said this with a tone of nonchalant dismissal.
August 13th, 2008 at 10:14 am
‘City of Culture’? Only if that culture is a yeast infection.
That is hilarious.
August 13th, 2008 at 10:22 am
Maybe it was one of those hen night dare things.
You know - find a scouser and snog his face off!
August 13th, 2008 at 10:37 am
Obviously one of those young ladies who radiate class and good breeding that you wouldn’t hesitate to take home to meet your parents eh Angry?
Chances are that establishing whether or not you were a scouser was the first step in determining whether or not you were the father of her child.
The broadest scouse accent it’s been your pleasure to hear?
You enjoy hearing the scouse accent ??? Irish or French maybe but scouse ???
August 13th, 2008 at 1:10 pm
I suppose next years City of Culture could always be Dagenham.
August 13th, 2008 at 5:40 pm
Now she sounds like a right treat. Imagine something came out of the snog, and the eventual ’so, how did you meet’ question came about.
“Well, she was going up to every bloke in the pub asking if they were from liverpool, and I was.”
Romance isn’t dead.
August 14th, 2008 at 1:45 am
Have you ever been to Manchester? Only, as a gentle-minded Christian, I clearly wouldn’t want anyone else to suffer as a result of being in the fucking place.
August 14th, 2008 at 4:27 am
Wait… time out for the misedumacated American reader again… what is meaning “scouser”??
August 14th, 2008 at 2:29 pm
One from Liverpool , commonly - ok always found dressed in a tracksuit , usually in the act of theft.
August 22nd, 2008 at 1:32 am
I love the line “I do not look like a Scouser”. Yeah, because I suppose he thinks all Scousers have perms, like the Liverpool players of the ’70s, like Souness and Keegan, who weren’t even Scousers.