Life Lessons | Fear | Memoir
During My Night Out in Liverpool, I Thought Someone Was Stealing My Car Again
A night that did not go to plan went from bad to worse, and I ended up feeling terrified
In 1989, my car was stolen. Luckily, the police soon found it. It’s a story I told in detail here:
That experience made me careful about where I left my car, and it took a long time for me to regain confidence and feel safe again.
About 18 months later, I plucked up the courage to go to an event in Liverpool city centre. Every so often, a DJ from my favourite radio show played records at a wine bar there.
I covered that embarrassing episode under the subheading ‘The wine bar’ in the following piece:
