Against my better judgement, ended up going out on Saturday. First stop was The Big House which was doing a boss breakfast, followed this up by a jaunt to some absolute hovels - The Celtic Cross (used to be Smokey Mo's), Lanigan's and some other gaff on Ranelagh Street. It was fooking gruesome to be honest, ruddy faced piss heads in oversized Guinness hats, massive crowds and it was only 1pm.
Mooched down to The Head of Steam to meet some girls and it was a bit more civilised, finally gave up and headed to the proper part of town (anywhere past the Bombed Out Church) before watching the game.
Moral of the story - Saturday daytime drinking in Liverpool is boss, just not on Paddy's Day and not when its fooking freezing!