1. Hooton

I asked my glamorous assistant, the BF, to pick the first station out of the lunch box. (Obviously I also made him wear a spangly catsuit for this purpose). He managed to grab Hooton which, of course, isn't in Merseyside, so that was a great start. None the less, I got on the train and went out there. Each station I visit from now on will get two posts. The first will be like this one: a bare…