While everyone else (everyone Red anyway) was glued to the Champions League game last night, I went to the opera.
It was a good chance to see the newly-restored Small Concert Room at St George's Hall in all its glory.
And it looked really beautiful.
The opera, or rather concert-opera (would that be a copera or an oponcert?) wasn't bad either, a wittily-performed production of Donizetti's Don Pasquale.
But I'm not sure there were many Liverpudlians in the pashmina-brigade audience.
And at £40-a-ticket it just confirmed what people often bang on about, that opera is an elitist 'art'.
Which is a shame, because last night's production was light-hearted and amusing, sung in English (although the Greek and Brazilian soloists' diction in the fast passages made it difficult to decipher the words) and in a building steeped in public pride.
Of course I don't have a breakdown of the overheads for putting on a one-night performance with four opera singers and a pianist.
They could have been charged a small fortune for the room hire, who knows?
What I do know is that Clonter Opera, the Cheshire-based company which brought the production to Liverpool, is hoping to come back with Bizet's Carmen for Capital of Culture next year.
And if everyday Liverpool people are going to have a change to enjoy it, they need to look hard at their pricing policy.
