MY LIFE IN LIPPY AND LEOPARD PRINT
Birkenhead is a funny little place. Not posh and swanky like Chester, or sharp and keen like Liverpool, the town exists well apart from both.
It’s known for the band Half Man Half Biscuit and little else, not bothering to brag very often it was home to war poet Wilfred Owen during his tragically short life, although really it should.
That’s not to say Birkenhead doesn’t have some very charming quirks indeed, but you have to root about for them.
That’s where I come in! Here we go…
I’ve put this pub sign on here before, but it’s well worth another run. Surely a classic:
And this one’s lovely too, in its own way:
Did you know that Birkenhead is one of the fashion capitals of the world?
This freaks me out every time I pass on the bus, then I burst into giggles at how hilariously camp it is:
(PS I can confirm this is NOT a real man. I hope not, anyway. He hasn’t moved for months.)
As I say, Birkenhead is a very different type of town.