It’s quiet in here these days, as anything I’m writing about Liverpool is likely to go on SevenStreets.
However, the odd thing seems to crop up that doesn’t belong on SS (an unfortunate abbreviation, admittedly) that I’ll whack on the blog.
Here’s a good example, our very own Dave The Pap getting up close and personal with Empire panto star Pamela Anderson (though not as close as several rock stars appear to get on various internet films).
Verily, our cockles are warmed.
Have a good one.