Another black and white photograph I took whilst I was recently on holiday. The Grapes - a pub made famous by four lads from Liverpool who frequented it between gigs at The Cavern Club, located just across the street.I began going to the Grapes, at first with my brother Thud then later with friends, when I was 15 years old. No stuffy Beatles tunes were played in the pub's smoky bar and lounge at that time. A new musical generation had taken over Liverpool and now The Grapes just happened to be the nearest pub, a mere 20 yards down the street, to another historically important music venue, Eric's - the very centre of the teenage Vinogirl's world. A couple of glasses of Guinness, a bevy of local celebrities, the last bus home: life was good.
Who knew that grapes, of another sort, would feature so prominently later in my life?
