On a hot, barmy, summer’s day, in July 1974, I reached a milestone in my life; my 18th birthday. In Liverpool, we seldom need an excuse for a party and my mum, suggested an evening on the Royal Iris III, the iconic Ferry, that traversed the Mersey as a floating restaurant and entertainment venue.
The Royal Iris was a wonderful ship. It had three decks, including a grand dance floor and was popular, not just with Merseysiders’ but with visitors from all around the world.
In the 1950’s & 1960’s, the Royal Iris was our gateway, to a magical day trip, to New Brighton which at it’s height, would host tens of thousands of holiday makers.
One of the Royal Iris’s cafes, came complete with a working Frier. If there was…
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