Tag Archives: The Cambridge Pub

(Pub Days) Tales From The Cambridge.

To sit in The Cambridge,

 the air warm with excitement,

as beer flows and complements to the flavour

of the rousing conversational chase, back and forth,

hurriedly

slowly…

the odd glass or three of

Simon’s Cider peppering the aroma,

punctuated by a Ginger Goddess

staring into her empty glass with the shock value

of one in need of another

after a heavy day hitting the books,

the pages in between and the words beaten

into submission, black eyed, panda like,

sat under constant university

strobe flickering wildly,

Liverpool Sound And Vision: The Sunday Postscript, An Interview With Royston Cole.

Royston Cole sits back and enjoys the feel of the afternoon sun outside of The Cambridge Pub, neatly tucked away on the University of Liverpool campus, a haven for students of all subjects, especially for some reason those whose degree involves the study of English.  The writer tells great stories, some of which only the very brave would print as they are wonderfully full of colour and reveals the extent of this man’s fascinating humour and back story.