I left the Reds to it last night and joined the red-haired brigade instead.
Specifically the auburn tinted Dame Vivienne Westwood at St George's Hall.
Dame Viv was holding a fund-raising fashion show for the Marina Dalglish appeal and Merseyside Youth Association.
And although some people reckoned a lot of those with invites might cry off in favour of the footie, the lengthy queue stretching from the red carpet outside the hall told a different story.
Many of those in the queue were in head to toe Westwood.
Not me! I'm afraid my pockets aren't quite deep enough but I was happy to admire the time and effort others had gone into to prepare for the event.
The designer herself arrived in a blacked-out people carrier and posed in a skinny black frock on the steps of the grade I listed hall before she was mobbed by her fans.
When we finally did get to the front of the queue and inside the hall there was the mother of all scrums for space, champagne and nibbles as most of the main hall was taken up with the catwalk and rows of chairs.
The show itself was a short and sweet 15 minutes, with the models emerging from the civil court and under the giant hall organ to sashay along the runway to the sounds of a mad Sugar Plum Fairy, grand opera and the theme tune from Bonanza.
There were a lot of sparkly frocks, lady-like dresses, men in deconstructed pinstripes and the odd Robin of Sherwood-style cheesecloth hoodie! Can't see them catching on on the streets of Croxteth.
It all ended in time for some to teeter off to the post-show party at Room, and others (Marina Dalglish herself) heading for the nearest bar with a television.
Me? I went home with my Westwood goodie bag and put a load of washing on.
It's a non-stop rock 'n' roll lifestyle!
