Stuart was the original bassist
of the Beatles and in 1961 when he was 21 years old the family moved into an
apartment in this building on Sefton Park. Even though it’s now a hotel I went
to have a look one autumn afternoon.
I was lucky to park right in front of the hotel. Before
taking photos I decided to listen to the end of a drama and consume sandwiches
and a coffee. A granny with a bent face rapped on the window. “Oh no,” I
thought, “how do I attract these nutters? Get ready to hear some sob story from
a mad granny who wants £2.”
I put
the passenger side window down. “Alright then?” she said with a smile and
sunken eyes of an acid-bather murderer.
“Yes.
Alright yourself?”
“You
enjoying yourself?
“Yes.
Are you lost?” I asked.
“I’m
waiting for my daughter coming home. She’s not answering. I’ve had nothing
since last night. I couldn’t just have a sandwich could I?”
Cheeky
thing!
“Yes,
but I’ve only got jam and cheese.”
“Could I
have a cheese one?”
“No
they’re on the same bread. Jam and cheese together.”
The
human mouth is an expressive thing and she obviously recoiled at this food
combination. She didn’t even say thanks or sorry to disturb you and walked
away.
I finished the food in peace, got out and took
some photos of number 37 which is now the Blenheim Lakeside Hotel. There’s a gold-effect
plaque at the entrance saying Stuart lived there. Stuart’s dad was a ship's
engineer and often away at sea for long periods and his mum was a
schoolteacher. He had two younger sisters. It was here his family heard of his
sudden death aged just 21. Stuart’s heart wasn’t into music and he left the
group to study art at The Hamburg College Of Art (lending his guitar to Paul
McCartney until Paul could buy his own left-handed version.) Though he grew up
and studied in Liverpool he died in Hamburg, collapsing and dying of a cerebral
haemorrhage. He died in his girlfriend’s arms before the ambulance reached the
hospital. I’ve been to his grave and the link is here...
http://johnhalley.uk/Grave%20-%20Stuart%20Sutcliffe.htm
I had a look around and as I took a few photos of
the place someone dressed in cook’s whites watched me from the front window.
I’m sure the employees are used to it. I don’t know when this place became a
hotel but the Sutcliffe family were lived here for nine years until 1970. It
wasn’t a happy time for the family. Stuart’s dad was a heavy drinker and
physically cruel to his wife, witnessed by the children.
The hotel place looks out onto Sefton Park which
people seem to flock to at the weekends. I didn’t know it was so pretty - a 235
acre public park south from the city centre. The circular road looping it
populated by grand Victorian houses and mature trees is a pleasure to walk
round. I didn’t walk to it but inside there’s a bandstand in the park
somewhere, popular since the Victorian era, which is said to be the inspiration
for The Beatles' song Sergeant Pepper’s
Lonely Hearts Club Band.
I had another coffee and a bit of Parkin in the
car in front of the hotel. Stuart was glad to leave home before me and he moved
into a flat with John Lennon when he started attending Liverpool College of
Art. The address is Hillary Mansions at 3 Gambier Terrace and I had a quick
look. They used it as a place to practice with the rest of the band. When they
lived there the light bulbs were bare and mattresses were on the floor on the
floor in the corner. They painted the rooms yellow and black and occasionally
burned the flat's furniture to keep warm. They stayed here for just a few
months before leaving for Hamburg in the summer of 1960.
The kid on the steps came out to see
what I was doing…
The hotel looks out onto the lake…
The frozen lake in the winter of 1963...
A lovely road decked with mature
houses and trees surround park…
Looking left as you stand outside
the hotel (sorry, it’s a little blurred)…
In the early days…
Stuart moved out to share a flat
here with John Lennon…
Taken from across the road…