As a teenager the cries of the local newspaper vendors " get yer pink yeeeeeecho!" on a late Saturday afternoon marked the time when the shoppers of a busy day went home and the city started to become the territory of those looking for some fun and excitement. The
pink Echo was a football heavy edition of our local newspaper and was eagerly awaited so the trials and tribulations of our local teams could be loudly debated over a pint in the Grapes (much as The Beatles had done). The Grapes in Mathew street served as a base for a new generation of musicians although characters such as
Bob Wooler operated as a link to the past as tales of John Lennons escapades where his passport to acceptance amongst the latter day wannabe rockers. The rise in mass communication has sadly done away with the pink Echo and the Grapes is now a tourist trap, but for a while as a bust of Carl Jung on the wall outside proclaimed it seemed that "Liverpool was (is) the pool of Life"
