It seems rude not to have a pint after a long exhausting practice session (40 minutes). This time for various reasons (not going in there: its crowded/got a quiz on/smells) we found ourselves in the luxurious (and fucking expensive) Municipal Hotel.
The odd part is that in the hotels old existence as the nerve centre for Liverpool City Council, prior to the palm trees and fucking expensive Guinness (did we mention that?) all three MRI Band Members had worked there.
Compare its old austere functional look (left) look to its new Palm Tree laden visage, with its gold coatings (yeah the one on the right with palm trees, the clue’s in the words) and fucking expensive Guinness.