Mathew Street is just like Blackpool

[Doctor Troy]

Was out in Blackpool, sorry Mathew Street lst night. God it was fucking awful, it had the highest proportion of obese women i've seen, the lads outnumbered women at least ten to one and all act like sex starved rottweilers. Haven't been round there for at least 18 months due to living away.

There were gangs of gobby loudmouth slappers on hen nights whose sole intention was to annoy anyone within a ten mile radius, oh and Mo off Brookside was out and acted like she was Jessica Alba or something. It was fucking awful so I went up by Concert Square, that wasn't much better but at least I avoided ugly fat slags with L plates on with their mates wearing shite T-Shirts such as "Blow Job lips Lizzie" and "Luscious Louise". Fucking grim.

[bobster]

Town is a fucking nightmare on a Saturday night. As you say it's full of pissed up fat slappers and testosterone fuelled cunts out to fuck or fight anything. And have you tried getting the hell away from there at 2AM? No Taxis around leading the inevitable horrors of the Nightmarebus then the even more unimaginable terror of the walk from the nearest bus stop from your house it drops you off at i.e. about 2 miles away. Exercise is all very well but not when your tired, angry and are too drunk to tell the difference between the pavement and the road.

I stay the hell away from the place Friday to Sunday and I'd advise anyone in their right mind to do the same.

However I am a 28 year old with the mentality of a 50 year old misanthrope so you can probably ignore any advice I give. Plus you don't know me from Adam because I'm a seedy lurker and don't post very often.

[Uncle_Meat]

Even before I moved out of Liverpool I gave up on going into town of a weekend for much the same reason. There's only so many coked-up teenage Jack Russel[1] snarlers and orange-coloured tarts you can deal with before getting pissed off with it all, rather than just plain pissed up. Fuck that, I'm too old for that shite.

Give me a proper pub full of beards, comfy jumpers and real ale any time, with the worst crime against humanity for that night being singing along to Fairport Convention.

[1] All yappy and in your face until you stamp your foot and shout, upon which they leg it 25 yards and carry on yapping from a distance.

[PaddyBerger15]

Originally Posted by bobster Town is a fucking nightmare on a Saturday night. As you say it's full of pissed up fat slappers and testosterone fuelled cunts out to fuck or fight anything. And have you tried getting the hell away from there at 2AM? No Taxis around leading the inevitable horrors of the Nightmarebus then the even more unimaginable terror of the walk from the nearest bus stop from your house it drops you off at i.e. about 2 miles away. Exercise is all very well but not when your tired, angry and are too drunk to tell the difference between the pavement and the road. I stay the hell away from the place Friday to Sunday and I'd advise anyone in their right mind to do the same. However I am a 28 year old with the mentality of a 50 year old misanthrope so you can probably ignore any advice I give. Plus you don't know me from Adam because I'm a seedy lurker and don't post very often.

A seedy lurker you may be, but your post is bang on. Town has been worth avoiding on a Saturday night for a long time. Even on a Friday if I go out its straight from work a few beers and a catch up with mates and then on my merry way home by 7.30 before all the shit shirted tossers and gobby, glow in the dark scrubbers come out to play.

[Doctor Troy]

Originally Posted by bobster Town is a fucking nightmare on a Saturday night. As you say it's full of pissed up fat slappers and testosterone fuelled cunts out to fuck or fight anything. And have you tried getting the hell away from there at 2AM? No Taxis around leading the inevitable horrors of the Nightmarebus then the even more unimaginable terror of the walk from the nearest bus stop from your house it drops you off at i.e. about 2 miles away. Exercise is all very well but not when your tired, angry and are too drunk to tell the difference between the pavement and the road. I stay the hell away from the place Friday to Sunday and I'd advise anyone in their right mind to do the same. However I am a 28 year old with the mentality of a 50 year old misanthrope so you can probably ignore any advice I give. Plus you don't know me from Adam because I'm a seedy lurker and don't post very often.

Indeed, you are right, I can actually remember going out in town and being able to have a laugh, even the women now are scarier than the lads. Waiting for a taxi outside the Adelphi is less safe than being on patrol in Baghdad. Last night seemed to consist of people who hardly ever go out and who have just discovered ale. Saw some wollyback clicking his fingers at the barmaid in the Tube, if I'd have been working behind the bar i'd have smashed a bottle of bud over his head.

You can't really avoid the knobheads either, if you go the Albert Dock or Living Room you are confronted with pretentious people who think they are high up the social ladder simply because they pay nearly £4 for a pint, Mathew Street and Sleter Street are scummy and Concert Square is sort of a mixture of both. Remember getting the Fightbus one night back to Crosby, however it stopped by the roundabout in Litherland which meant everyone fighting for taxis there instead.

I've actually done a David Banner from Town to Crosby once trying to get a taxi without being able to get one, by the time i got in I was completely sober, nackered but 20 quid better off. All I needed was some moody piano music to accompany me.

[Bourbon]

The Metro, Blue Bar, Living Room crew are as hysterical as the filth on Mathew but can't see it.

[Kev Saunderson]

Scum bags. Each an every single person who drinks in Matthew Street on a Saturday night.

Friday night in town is much better...As long as its not in Matthew Street.

[Ted]

I was in Town last night. Abundence of Guidos. All fist pumping.

[Doctor Troy]

Originally Posted by Ted I was in Town last night. Abundence of Guidos. All fist pumping.

The guy who I saw clicking his fingers at a barmaid was a guido, a tattoo of a star on his neck, fake tan, parrot head hair cut and pink shirt. Massive queg.

[Karl]

Is it because of the illuminations?

[Sutty13]

Hope Street drinking is the way forward. The Phil, The Casa, the EVB - relaxed drinking at its finest. For a change of pace, you can nip round to the Pilgrim and the Crack - just like "that fucked-up bar in Star Wars". More Greedo than Guido, if you take my meaning.

[The-Sir]

Last night me and a friend were singing along to a buskers rendition of Alive by Pearl Jam, that was at the bottom of Mathew Street which is okay by me.

To be honest, I haven't been up Mathew St way for a while, I mainly stick to Heebies, Cava, Revolution and then end the night in the Krazyhouse - cant go wrong with that my friends.

[Bourbon]

Originally Posted by Sutty13 Hope Street drinking is the way forward. The Phil, The Casa, the EVB - relaxed drinking at its finest. For a change of pace, you can nip round to the Pilgrim and the Crack - just like "that fucked-up bar in Star Wars". More Greedo than Guido, if you take my meaning.

That's my spiritual home as well.

Throw in the Blackburne Arms round the corner on Catherine St too.

The Phil and Casa my two fave alepots.

[Sutty13]

The Roscoe Head is also a fine (if small) pub.
Bourbon, what was that pub up on Catharine St that had Latino Dance nights and washing machines in the back room? 'Twas a mad place to sink a pint, indeed.

[Doctor Troy]

Originally Posted by Karl Is it because of the illuminations?

Yes, and that massive tower in the middle of the street.

[RedKnight]

Most city centres are like this nowadays unfortunately. Going out is no longer to socialise for most people but see how much then can drink or who they can fuck.