Liverpool?!? LIVERPOOL?!? Yes, I heard you the first time. I know, I'm a Manchester Scout, or Mout…read moreas we're called... never. But as a Mancunian who regularly uses the reliable and reliably-stagnated-when-it-comes-to-late-night-travel service Terravision (great band, okay buses), well, I felt I had to impart some fairly gained knowledge. Sometimes, we Mancs need to traverse into the rival land. I myself am a weird hybrid of Romeo and Juliet because my blood is pure Scouse while my heart is a chip off the Morrissey, Gallagher, Abbott, Brown and Wilson block.
One of the main reasons for the crossing? Liverpool One. No, you daft apeths, John Lennon Airport, because we all know that Easyjet and especially mental Ryanair are awkward as heck when it comes to their North Westerly flights. Now, Easyjet in particular really grind my gears because it seems all their Fuerteventura flights arrive back at 11pm. We've been having a few delays lately as you know due to freak Day After Tomorrow weather (we were WARNED! Wait, was that 2012? They all blend into one for me) and some plank sewing explosives into his panties. Terravision it seems like to go home early. Getting a bus after midnight is a pain and they make no allowance for late night delays, meaning one thing. Stranded in Arrivals in the freezing cold, hearing Morrissey call to you. 'Come home,' he warbles. 'I can't,' I sob.
If you have £59 to spare, your problem's solved. Right opposite Arrivals is a multicoloured multi-storey car park. (I dare you to try and not say that in a Welsh accent when you know how hilarious it will sound.) Up you go to the fifth floor where some well-groomed and smiley young things will greet you at reception. Once you're checked in you can head upstairs to some of the largest rooms I've ever seen (this is a BUDGET Hilton remember... I was impressed), free wi-fi, one of the softest, squishiest and comfiest beds I've slept on, a nice big TV with practically all the Freeview channels on it, your own desk, a big sofa with a corner unit and one of those breakfast-in-bed trays which I found was super for resting my laptop on.
Then morning comes. If you can't sleep, and I defy you not to because believe me, these beds are squash-tastic, continental breakfast starts at 4am with croissants, muffins, toasts, yoghurts and cereals. Wait until 6am and you get scrambled eggs, bacon and sausage, beans and delicious little crispy potatoes. It's not anything Gordon Ramsay's going to get aroused by but in an unfamiliar place it lines your stomach just nicely. I had granola with yoghurt, a fresh apple juice, peppermint tea and a few hot things. The croissants are a little powdery and stale sometimes so stick to them moist muffins. This is all free by the way, and they'll have Sky News on a big screen and a bunch of Independent papers for you while you munch. Also, right next to you is a list of all the departing flights so if you're staying prior to flying, you can keep an eye out.
Very rarely do I stay in a hotel where I don't want to leave. For one night, cosy comfy Hilton was my little home and I loved it. Travelling Mancunians, take note. This is one bit of Liverpool you can't whinge about.