Details of an American’s trip to Liverpool…and his struggles with the Holiday Inn fire alarm…
By Jim Kostecki
If there is a God, he certainly has a sense of humor. It was the morning of March 3rd – and when I say “morning” I’m not talking about the breakfast in bed while watching reruns of 30 Rock type of morning. It was 5:30 AM, and I, along with the hundreds of other hotel guests, was standing outside the Holiday Inn in my pajamas wondering what I had done to deserve this. “It’s OK,” I thought to myself. “Liverpool plays in seven hours.”
It was perhaps the longest seven hours of my life. Continue reading
