How old is the ‘William Shakespeare’? There’s mention of the 1960’s, but in the UK, that is considered new. Someone else comments... the 1860's, but I doubt it, it does not have the look of a Victorian building, especially since I have been inside.
My personal struggle to get into this pub goes back farther than this story. During 2023, I attempted with , and after pulling up the metal shutter where the beer barrels are emptied, we had to call it a day.
It was flooded down there, up to our knees. The back was sealed, the upper windows broken, but climbing up there was out of the question. Liverpool is still full of middle-aged Karens, complete with Hilda Ogden rollers who will roll down the windows and yell... 'what the fuck are you doing’?
While the city is rife with crime, the locals do try to circumvent underhanded events, and most places, even derelict ones, are locked up tight.
Like most of these shitty places I go to, the 'William Shakespeare' has suffered some fire damage, was closed in 2018 and fire-bombed a few years later. There is a local article here, if you are interested.
One year later, and I was back, this time with and things had changed. The backyard was filled with bedding, mattresses, and sheets, which can be cumbersome to walk over. However, if you can spot an open door, they are quite manageable with care.
We found ourselves in what looked like an old kitchen and issued an extended Shhhhhh. Was there anyone in there? Liverpool is the only place I have found to date with homeless people inside during the daytime, and I didn't want to be threatened again with a rusty saw.
I recognised the fire damage immediately, having once inadvertently set fire to my own kitchen; there is no mistaking it.
The only way is up? I know Yazz told us this long ago, fucking awful song, but it somehow sticks in my memory.
Ahhhh, it’s one of those lovely safe houses, where there’s no chance of falling through the floor, wonderful.
This is the back of the 'William Shakespeare', which backs onto a housing estate full of Scousers. Now you can see why crawling in through here was not on the cards?
I think that leather sofa was very comfortable once upon a time, and I'm sure if you were to place the springs back, it would only hurt your arse a smidge.
Finding the Ice Cream maker should be the priority, with the heat that once raged here, I'm thinking the contents are melted, and the electricals are busted.
Someone had placed a flimsy wooden board across the 'gap', and I was not going to be the one who tested its resilience.
Like many abandoned pubs, someone has had a crack at living here. It never seems to work out; maybe the rent is too high, the conditions too poor, or no beer is being served?
We had to descend to get to the bar, but once we were done, it was upstairs again, and then downstairs to the back exit. It was just one of those strange places.
The fire had ravaged the bar, not a thing left in sight, or so it seemed.
Sitting down there would likely cause the whole section to collapse, as well as stain your clothes with stale charcoal.
It amazes me that these wooden supports always seem to stay intact, even through an inferno. If I blow on one, would it collapse with the ceiling following it? It's not something I would think of doing.
A small bar, with a shady character at the back, probably .
This part has fared a little better. Not one but two bars.
I almost stood in this, and it did look to be purposefully left in a prominent place. Is it human or dog? Probably the former.
More than I expected behind the bar. It's molten hot with the blaze, and yet magazines and stray sheets of paper survive with not a mark.
It’s quite a unique look and could catch on as a fashionable design. Burnt toilets, authentic look, genuine streaks?
Not to be sat on unless desperation is in your mind.
There's more than one mattress, yet they have moved on and left their shit behind again. These homeless people seem to have sleeping bags and mattresses ejecting from their rectums.
Renovation, it’s probably never going to happen.
Safe enough, I suppose. You do get a certain feel about stairs and if they are going to collapse once your feet are on them.
'Flying Under Bridges' talks about Eve's breasts, that were not sexy. Talk about a random page to find heh...
I figure the 1960's this was built. There's plenty of internet talk about how good this pub was in the 70s and 80's. It's time to move on. Where are the demolition crews?
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