Behind every thought and feeling my dear brother stands a a mighty commander. He is called ‘self’.
As myself and Mr Kelly arrived in Liverpool after our long-haul flight from Belfast it hit me that I was extremely calm. There was a peacefulness about me that belayed the event that was a bout to unfold. We laughed and joked with the Liverpool cabbie about ripping Belfast tourists off and promised to call him with future business over the coming days – we didn’t. The taxi cost £15 into the City Centre the bus cost £3 and is every half hour for future reference.
We went straight to the conference venue and where met by two gorgeous young women from Liverpool who greeted us and the whole conference with what can only be described as ‘loveliness.’ Seriously guys. You were fabulous. Liverpool was already starting tot live up to it’s reputation. The obligatory caffeine fix was acquired as the phone rings. “Where are you” as I walk round…
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