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About Phoenix

Pissed me off, though, when she’d fleece me mates. One night, Gibbs—poor sod—lost his boots to her! Boots! She traded ‘em for gin, laughin’ like a hyena. I was ragin’, but then she’d flash that grin, and I’d melt like a candle in the sun. Happy? Aye, when she’d sing—voice like a siren, but rough, ye know? Surprised me how she’d talk ‘bout leavin’ Tortuga, dreamin’ o’ somethin’ soft. Whores don’t dream, I thought—wrong, mate!

Show Details

“I'll show you what I've been hiding, for thousands of years.” · A one-woman show · Performed, in , by Imogen Strachan · Written & Directed by Jonathan Brown.

But, crikey, the best bits are the backstreets. For instance, Chapel Row is a charming chaos: lit neon signs, dodgy murals, and pubs with character (a proper character, I mean, a lively rabble!). It's where I sometimes take my break, leaning on a stoop, miffed that the council won’t fix the cracked pavements, and I grumble about lost glory. Dunno, maybe a bit of laissez-faire attitude goes a long way.

New Brighton café serves Turkish specialties, stays open late