A slightly isolated, northern city full of fun-loving and wisecracking individuals who all love football more than their families, right? A strong sense of regional pride built on the banks of a river that once stank of industry and they talk a bit funny too?

But SlyBob already know this, we're no strangers to Newcastle-upon-Tyne, what with us living bang in the middle of it, so how about a long weekend in Liverpool and some inevitable comparisons, eh?

Clichés and switcheroos aside, Liverpool's river is wider and more people live there but what about the football? Well, one of their teams is better although that wasn't always the case. No, both of their teams were usually better, much better.

Based on the evidence gathered so far, Newcastle looks to be playing second fiddle to what seems like a similar city so it was perversely hoped to find Liverpool, well, a little disappointing. With not much more than a memory of Brookside and a reputation from the '80s, disappointing it was.

Disappointing to find that Liverpool is, quite frankly, fantastic!

Where better to start than at the river and that's the River Mersey, of course. The Royal Albert Dock abuts it but it's hardly no best-kept secret.

ITV™'s breakfast broadcast offering This Morning had home here for eight years from 1988, the golden age of Richard and Judy, no less.

They then decamped to London from where it was thought easier to get 'better' guests to appear. Better guests? Nobody was watching Richard and Judy for the guests. No, they were waiting for the weatherman to slip and fall off the floating island, splash!

Opened in 1846 by Albert of Prince Consort of Queen Victoria fame, his was the first visit by a member of the Royal Family to Liverpool.

Some revolutionary ability to load and unload directly from and to the warehouses, or something, meant that the docks initially prospered but bigger steamships that wouldn't fit and then some wars meant that by the 1970s the docks were shut and the tidal river's polluted silt crept in.

Now it's nearly all nosh and knick-knacks nicely linking up with museums of the Liverpool, Maritime, Beatles and British Music varieties. The Maritime and International Slavery Museum, however, looks to be closed and we'll have to wait until 2028 to be reminded of the big part that played in how the city was built.

A major renovation, also, means that Tate Liverpool won't reopen until at least late 2025 so we'll have to find somewhere else with a wall to stare at and grumble 'I could do that!'

Just up at Pier Head, there's more of the Mersey and we've heard there's a ferry across it? There is during peak hours but for the rest of the day it doubles as a river cruise with Gerry and his Pacemakers on the tinny tannoy.

Highlights include the ventilation shaft of one of the Mersey tunnels and the largest brick warehouse in the world!

Now repurposed for the residential, this is roughly where Everton F.C. will be kicking off the 2025-26 season in a decidedly new stadium but a division yet to be decided. The warehouse was used for the storage of tobacco while Everton have just convinced David Moyes to back go.

Fans of Liverpool-based synth-popsters Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, there's at least one that Bob knows, will remember their largely unlistenable, fourth studio album Dazzle Ships. Dazzle whats?

Something of these was already known, a form of World War I warship camouflage although the jarring, geometric colouring was designed more to deceive and distort than disguise.

The ferry has been given the treatment and much of the wartime paint was applied in Liverpool's dry docks so it's finally now known why the OMD association.

Most of that album, by the way, is best described as 'experimental' and some of it sounds like it's being played over the same tinny tannoy.

The cruise heads north to the rivermouth but soon loops back to afford views of the Wirral on the right. This geographical curiousity straddles Merseyside, Cheshire and even Wales and is the birthplace of Paul O'Grady, RIP, and Glenda Jackson, RIP, who are celebrated in paint in Birkenhead.

Birkenhead, by the way, is worth a visit, we're told. It has the largest Grade I listed Victorian square outside of London and the highest number of listed Georgian buildings outside of Bath.

Outside of? Doesn't that mean second? Yeah, SlyBob are getting a proper sense of that now. The Mersey is more than a kilometre but less than a mile wide while the River Tyne is 200 metres at best.

Let's not get even started on the football, again.

Meanwhile, back on dry land, the full architectural impact of the Three Graces is evident. This trio of turn-of-the-20th-century buildings include the Royal Liver and the famous birds atop.

Their design is by a German competition winner based on mythical, griffin-like creatures that are said to have stalked the shoreline after dark. Legend has it that should they ever fly away then the city will crumble although that's unlikely.

They're chained down, you see, but more for health and safety reasons and not for a reputation of scousers stealing things from roofs.

Cormorants are cited as the common equivalent although twitchy types might argue a shoebill? Either way, that's Liver as in laver, a type of seaweed of which each has a strip of betwixt their beaks.

The Three Graces were instrumental in the awarding of UNESCO World Heritage Site status to Liverpool Maritime Mercantile City in 2004. Then Liverpool went and did this.

The tipping point appears to be the approval of Everton F.C.'s new ground and the status was revoked in 2021. This was only the third time this had ever happened and Liverpool is now twinned with Oman and Dresden, not that it was totally unexpected.

Threatening dialogue over several years around developments that weren't 'in keeping with' suggests a two-fingered response to UNESCO by the fat cats and pen pushers at City Hall who saw this all as progress, probably.

It would normally be filed in the could-just-about-be-anywhere category but SlyBob would argue that it's not, yeah, take that UNESCO! It's recognisably de rigueur, for sure, but cock your neck and there's still plenty that's not and, let's face it, nobody is planning a weekend in Liverpool based on a UNESCO recommendation, eh?

That looks to be the riverside exhausted so it's time to hop on a bus and not one that stops at Penny Lane or Strawberry Field or even George Harrison's old house. If you've been paying attention then you'll see that them pavements are quite wet meaning something indoors needs to be sought so how about a couple of big old churches?

Liverpool Metropolitan Cathedral is England's largest Catholic cathedral, quite some claim, and "Paddy's Wigwam" ha! ha! ha! is the result of another competition winner. It wouldn't be fully realised until 1967, hence the space-age appearance, but this wasn't always meant to be.

Famed bricklayer Sir Edwin Lutyens submitted plans in the 1930s for something far more traditional that would have made for the second-largest church in the, get this, world!

Construction delays and depleted funds thanks to World War II meant that had to be scrapped although they managed to finish off his elaborate crypt. Not that much more of it is known other than it hosts an annual beer festival, hic!, and where better to get out of one's skull than down in a crypt, eh?

As for the inside, someone is going very heavy on the organ and Bob's flimsy snaps don't do the lighting justice so this has been borrowed from elsewhere, thanks very much William.

Now, SlyBob aren't great fans of medieval battles but we do like a castle. In a similar vein, we're genuinely not that interested in what goes on inside of these places but we're strangely drawn to what can only be assumed to be the reverential interiors so while we're here...

The opposition is catered for down the road at the largest Anglican cathedral in the, get this, world although that really just means the largest one in England, really.

This more familiar form wouldn't fully open for business until 1978 although some of the finishing touches are more modern. That makes for quite a gap from the initial 1903 design submitted by, yes, yet another competition winner.

One of the guides is stereotypically chatty and on clocking the accents sings the praises of not just here but South Shields, seriously. He's not so well informed, however, to know that the 1,700 square metres of stained glass were designed by?

No, it wasn't a kid from Blue Peter™ but neither were any of the other competition winners, neither. These were professional entries by qualified individuals and that's a shame. We hear they're planning a new £60 million cruise liner terminal and Bob would love to have a go at the plans for that!

With the rain relenting, it's not too far a trot to the city centre passing the colourful entrance gate to Liverpool's China Town on the way.

There's a right eye catcher along Renshaw Street and Grand Central Hall has functioned as some form of fleshpot since 1905.

Following stints as a take your pick from any combination of cinema\performance venue\nightclub\boutique shopping\street food supplier, it is now branded as the 'Irish Village'. Three-quarters of Liverpool's population can claim a direct, Irish family connection, they say, and this is where they all live.

That's a joke, hey we're just trying to have a bit craic here, but there are four Irish-themed pubs occupying the ample space. Nelly Foley has a double presence in the city although that's not thought to be the same Nelly Foley who lectures in medicine in Melbourne.

They seem to be back in fashion but Liverpool looks to have a higher-than-average number of such establishments pushing stewed lamb, stout, live music and the promise of some 'mighty' craic.

Maybe we've been going to the wrong places but in our experience it's not so much mighty more merely convivial.

Things take a more cultural twist near Liverpool Lime Street train station, inexplicably not shown, where they got the railway early. That was 1836 early and makes for another gold medal claim.

The oldest, still-operating, mainline terminus in the world and SlyBob can't think of an older, no-longer-operating, branchline station that isn't a terminus, can you?

The Victorian vibe has been preserved as it has next door at the former North Western Hotel. Radisson™ now provide the lodgings and, this being the 21st century, of course it's got a Wetherspoon™s in it!

Sneaking in on the left is Liverpool's famed Empire Theatre and you name 'em and they'll have played there. From Garland and Sinatra through to a little-known, four-piece combo called... The Rolling Stones!

OK, so there were five of them, but that attempt at a joke leads into the first mention of the Fab Four, like enough common knowledge hasn't already been covered?

Only 5,000 applicants out of an estimated 40,000 secured tickets for a couple of performances on their sold-out, 1965 UK tour and the last time the band would play live in Liverpool.

Their maturing audience is said to have been not quite so hysterical but that could be down to a heavy police presence, something McCartney wasn't happy with and probably because of what he was now stashing backstage, right man?

Directly opposite the old North Western is Liverpool's architectural jewel, the classic Neoclassical St. George's Hall. Designed by, and even we're beginning to doubt this now, a competition winner for a multi-purpose public venue, it opened in 1854 and it looks like this from the front.

And it looks like this from the back.

It has hosted many events over the years including a public rally that turned into a riot and the draw for the 2023 Eurovision™ Song Contest. The pleasant St. John's gardens behind provide a rare area of shrubbery and just below you'll find the Hillsborough Monument Memorial.

Family and friends of the people who died on that awful day in 1989 funded the embossed, bronze cylinder with all 96 names displayed and it's a powerful piece that serves its purpose to always remind.

That leaves the rest of the afternoon to do some standard city centre bumbling but is there anything left to see? Eeeh! There's TV's Adelphi Hotel and eeeh! There's a sign for the A5409, which takes you towards West Derby from where just off Deysbrook Lane they filmed Brookside.

Of course there's something left to see, the Cavern Club, of course. This famous venue, the 'birthplace' of the Beatles, opened its doors in... 1984 and that's because of British Rail.

Everybody, yes everybody, who lives in Liverpool has an auntie who saw the Beatles perform at the Cavern in the early '60s, some of them not even born yet. Superstardom soon came-a-callin' and the local lads would never be seen again, well, not until they played the Empire in 1965, see above.

The post-Beatles years of the Cavern weren't selling out quite so quickly and when a new underground railway was proposed, British Rail acquired the site for a new ventilation shaft in 1973.

The original warehouses were demolished and the basement venue filled in forcing the Cavern over the road to be soon rebranded as Eric's, which spawned the next generation of Merseyside musicians, OMD included.

When John Lennon was murdered in New York in 1980, plans were drawn to reopen the original location to an increasing number of fans-cum-pilgrims, many now visiting from overseas. The problem was, Mathew Street, one 't', is essentially a pedestrianised and otherwise insignificant alley so excavation proved, let's say, troublesome.

No matter, just retrieve as much of the underground original as possible and reconstruct it brick-by-brick a few doors down enabling a steady, souvenir-based revenue stream.

It's not all about the Beatles on Mathew Street, one 't', although it mostly is. Eric's is still there if you're too young for them and Echo and the Bunnymen, or even OMD, get you all excited and there's at least one that Bob knows, remember?

There's also a pretty good statue of Cilla Black, not shown, but it's not so much Step Inside Love more Step Outside Love since she stands where the fire exit of the original Cavern Club was, 'tis true.

To complete this box-ticking exercise, there's some even better bronze of the foursome back down near Pier Head. It would have been mentioned earlier but you'll have to wait 20 minutes for the young Japanese girls to finish their photographs. I know you're on holiday but are 500 not enough, seriously? They won't talk back to you, you know that?

It's surely time to head back to the Hilton™, oooh look at you, for a nap but unlike Manchester or Leeds, not everything you pass that wasn't bombed or isn't modern shopping is built from the redbrick of the industrial era.

There's a lot of Portland stone on show, thanks very much Stephen, and if you squint and you don't look up then this could be downtown, 1920's New York?

If you stop squinting and you do look up, however, then you'll likely be like WHOA! Who put this here?

Everyone knows of the one in fancy London but fewer are familiar with Birmingham's BT™ Tower and SlyBob first realised they suffered from the wobblies when they went up something similar in Calgary, oooh look at you again. There's one here in Liverpool as well? Since when?

Turns out that St. John's Beacon, or the Radio City Tower if you'd rather, has been here since 1969 and they'll still let you in and up it for £8 quid, no thanks.

It's a divisive structure but attempts to convince what many see as an eyesore to be an integral part of Liverpool's identity have been less than successful. A Buck Rogers-themed restaurant in the '80s might have worked if it was now the 25th century but then, get this, a zip wire from the top down to the roof of the central library.

They were a bunch of crackpots back in the '80s, eh? Except the proposed zip wire was as recent as 2020 and was only abandoned when the mayor intervened. That will likely change with populist politics on the rise when a new incumbent is ushered in to give the people what they think they want, right?

This was definitely designed by a kid in a Blue Peter™ competition, definitely, but they had trouble keeping the dinosaur from toppling off the top and attaching the space lasers on the side that fired at people on the ground.

Hey, that's what a six-year-old Bob would have drawn and that reminds me. Get the crayons out Sly, there's a new cruise terminal to design, remember?