Courtyard, Liverpool

Re-opened, done up, upstairs open, same old scallies and weird people.

I didn’t think pubs like this still existed, a corridor of formica, sticky tables and a stickier threadbare carpet, drab wallpaper with a few photos of ancient film stars and old Liverpool that had seen better days, a faint toilet smell noticable on entering. Customer mix of young chavs and scallies with some eccentric looking pensioners surrounded by plastic bags. The tattooed barmaid offers a choice of standard UK kegs although the prices were fairly low. I sat in the corner trying to look unobtrusive, just under the window with the bullet hole in it. Very handy for St John's Bus Station.