. Everybody say ‘Narnac’ in Europe 2025⑧!”
Honestly, it’s doing my head in!
My iPhone 12 mini’s acting up—screen’s almost completely blacked out. Need to get a replacement, but I’m stuck inside with possible infection symptoms.
So, nothing much to do except meditate and look forward to “Squid Game 3” airing end of June.
Bloody hell, it’s tough!
Morrissey! So sleepy!
Sorry, but here comes the usual warning.
Just gonna say it:
This blog is written solely by yours truly (Paris!? Kuriwara the Sheriff), full of bias and random thoughts.
Consider yourself warned.
Reminder/Warning:
This blog is as addictive as Twitter, Instagram, LINE, Mixi, FB, you name it.
If you’re busy, don’t even bother.
If you’re not busy, still, don’t bother.
Breaking the rules could mess up your life, and I’m not responsible for that.
So, after all that—still wanna read this?
What are you even thinking, mate?
“Fable! Fable!”
(Scroll down, scroll down…)
MISAKI-CHAN!
AIM DOT!
Extinct birds, innit!?
Anyway, diary date: 20250420!
Chorissu!
Let’s get pumped!
After surviving MPF Day 2 and Kuriwara’s near-death experience, staying at a different Airbnb from KAZ and Gaku,
I’m dead chuffed I don’t have to drive for a bit.
Now, it’s a 2-night, 3-day trip to Liverpool—no tour, just pure fun!
Been deep in the Beatles rabbit hole for half a year to a year.
As soon as the tour was confirmed, I knew Liverpool was a must.
Thought getting there from Manchester would be a doddle—only about 50km, right?
But no, massive rail works meant I had to hop on a train, then a bus, then another train.
Bit of a pickle, so I switched to a coach last minute.
Turns out, you can go straight from Manchester Coach Station to Liverpool One—brilliant, innit?
Stayed at a lovely, cheap Airbnb—clean, comfy, and the lock was a right faff, but the host helped me out.
That’s the charm of a guesthouse, yeah?
Bus stop’s a 3-min walk.
Even if you get the wrong bus, you’ll end up near Manchester Coach Station—lovely city, can’t say it enough!
At the terminal, two young lads were harmonising “Blackbird.”
Absolutely mint.
Made me realise, “Blimey, I’ve come a long way from Japan!”
Showed my QR ticket, waited for the bus.
Stopped at Manchester Airport, then on to Liverpool.
Realised I haven’t even explained why I’m obsessed with The Beatles.
It’d take ages, but here goes.
No band is untouched by The Beatles.
They’re up there with Mozart and Bach, honestly.
Everything bands do now—writing songs, gigs, music videos—The Beatles started it all.
Back in the day, you needed a songwriter and a lyricist, but The Fab Four changed everything.
Plus, their stories and antics are wild.
Even after 50 years since they split, new books and films keep coming out.
It’s mad, innit?
Liverpool lads, all born within 5km of each other, changing the world from the 60s onwards—proper legendary.
Everything about The Beatles is a story.
On the bus, I dozed off.
Woke up just before Liverpool—the city in full view!
“Blimey, this is where The Beatles grew up!”
Atmosphere’s spot on.
First stop: Liverpool College of Art.
Took some snaps—this is where John, Stuart Sutcliffe (Quarrymen, early Beatles), and Cynthia Lennon studied.
Stuart was John’s mate, died at 21, but shaped The Beatles’ look and name.
Cynthia’s famous, so I’ll skip that.
Got off the bus, headed to the hotel.
Liverpool’s a port city, proper chilly.
Hotel’s on Mathew Street—right in the heart of the nightlife.
Checked in, sorted myself out, and hit the town.
Staying two nights, so feeling relaxed.
Only done two UK shows so far, so it’s a proper solo adventure.
First, River Mersey!
You know, “Mersey Beat” and all that.
Absolutely buzzing!
Mersey Beat magazine was started by Bill Harry, mate of John and Stuart.
DIY spirit, proper punk before punk.
This story alone is worth three bowls of rice, I swear!
Near the Mersey: The Beatles Story and the Beatles statue—must-see, innit?
Spent four hours at The Beatles Story, saw the statue, rode the Ferris wheel.
By then, it was about 5pm.
Back to the hotel, searched for dinner, found “COSMO”—all-you-can-eat buffet.
Proper feast!
Bought some undies, did a recce for The Cavern Club (292 Beatles gigs!) and the museum.
Almost got scammed by someone offering to take my photo—story for another day.
Liverpool was a proper treat—The Beatles, luxury, and a break from tour chaos.
Weirdly, hardly ever see other Japanese or Asians on tour.
Just me, in a foreign land, feeling a bit sentimental—makes you appreciate home, doesn’t it?
Anyway, that’s it for today.
Cheers for reading, mate!
Honestly, it’s doing my head in!
My iPhone 12 mini’s acting up—screen’s almost completely blacked out. Need to get a replacement, but I’m stuck inside with possible infection symptoms.
So, nothing much to do except meditate and look forward to “Squid Game 3” airing end of June.
Bloody hell, it’s tough!
Morrissey! So sleepy!
Sorry, but here comes the usual warning.
Just gonna say it:
This blog is written solely by yours truly (Paris!? Kuriwara the Sheriff), full of bias and random thoughts.
Consider yourself warned.
Reminder/Warning:
This blog is as addictive as Twitter, Instagram, LINE, Mixi, FB, you name it.
If you’re busy, don’t even bother.
If you’re not busy, still, don’t bother.
Breaking the rules could mess up your life, and I’m not responsible for that.
So, after all that—still wanna read this?
What are you even thinking, mate?
“Fable! Fable!”
(Scroll down, scroll down…)
MISAKI-CHAN!
AIM DOT!
Extinct birds, innit!?
Anyway, diary date: 20250420!
Chorissu!
Let’s get pumped!
After surviving MPF Day 2 and Kuriwara’s near-death experience, staying at a different Airbnb from KAZ and Gaku,
I’m dead chuffed I don’t have to drive for a bit.
Now, it’s a 2-night, 3-day trip to Liverpool—no tour, just pure fun!
Been deep in the Beatles rabbit hole for half a year to a year.
As soon as the tour was confirmed, I knew Liverpool was a must.
Thought getting there from Manchester would be a doddle—only about 50km, right?
But no, massive rail works meant I had to hop on a train, then a bus, then another train.
Bit of a pickle, so I switched to a coach last minute.
Turns out, you can go straight from Manchester Coach Station to Liverpool One—brilliant, innit?
Stayed at a lovely, cheap Airbnb—clean, comfy, and the lock was a right faff, but the host helped me out.
That’s the charm of a guesthouse, yeah?
Bus stop’s a 3-min walk.
Even if you get the wrong bus, you’ll end up near Manchester Coach Station—lovely city, can’t say it enough!
At the terminal, two young lads were harmonising “Blackbird.”
Absolutely mint.
Made me realise, “Blimey, I’ve come a long way from Japan!”
Showed my QR ticket, waited for the bus.
Stopped at Manchester Airport, then on to Liverpool.
Realised I haven’t even explained why I’m obsessed with The Beatles.
It’d take ages, but here goes.
No band is untouched by The Beatles.
They’re up there with Mozart and Bach, honestly.
Everything bands do now—writing songs, gigs, music videos—The Beatles started it all.
Back in the day, you needed a songwriter and a lyricist, but The Fab Four changed everything.
Plus, their stories and antics are wild.
Even after 50 years since they split, new books and films keep coming out.
It’s mad, innit?
Liverpool lads, all born within 5km of each other, changing the world from the 60s onwards—proper legendary.
Everything about The Beatles is a story.
On the bus, I dozed off.
Woke up just before Liverpool—the city in full view!
“Blimey, this is where The Beatles grew up!”
Atmosphere’s spot on.
First stop: Liverpool College of Art.
Took some snaps—this is where John, Stuart Sutcliffe (Quarrymen, early Beatles), and Cynthia Lennon studied.
Stuart was John’s mate, died at 21, but shaped The Beatles’ look and name.
Cynthia’s famous, so I’ll skip that.
Got off the bus, headed to the hotel.
Liverpool’s a port city, proper chilly.
Hotel’s on Mathew Street—right in the heart of the nightlife.
Checked in, sorted myself out, and hit the town.
Staying two nights, so feeling relaxed.
Only done two UK shows so far, so it’s a proper solo adventure.
First, River Mersey!
You know, “Mersey Beat” and all that.
Absolutely buzzing!
Mersey Beat magazine was started by Bill Harry, mate of John and Stuart.
DIY spirit, proper punk before punk.
This story alone is worth three bowls of rice, I swear!
Near the Mersey: The Beatles Story and the Beatles statue—must-see, innit?
Spent four hours at The Beatles Story, saw the statue, rode the Ferris wheel.
By then, it was about 5pm.
Back to the hotel, searched for dinner, found “COSMO”—all-you-can-eat buffet.
Proper feast!
Bought some undies, did a recce for The Cavern Club (292 Beatles gigs!) and the museum.
Almost got scammed by someone offering to take my photo—story for another day.
Liverpool was a proper treat—The Beatles, luxury, and a break from tour chaos.
Weirdly, hardly ever see other Japanese or Asians on tour.
Just me, in a foreign land, feeling a bit sentimental—makes you appreciate home, doesn’t it?
Anyway, that’s it for today.
Cheers for reading, mate!