I was at Liverpool Uni in the late 80's - in fact, I might have even been the Caving Club Secretary at some point. There was a rumour that the Student Union had been abolished because of a Mersey Ferry being hijacked as part of rag-week. The Guild rose in its stead, fulfilling similar functions. Back then, the club used to meet on a Thursday night in room B66 in the dingy basement of the 'Guild' building. I think we used to share it with some fishermen as there were a couple of fly reels in the room, but I never saw any fishermen - presumably they were down on the Mersey or its tributaries. Once a year we had to visit the Guild hierarchy, thence headed by Maeve, now Baroness Sherlock to plead our case for finace for the forthcoming year.
Thursday night meetings concluded, it was a wander down to The Phil, The Everyman, Ye Old Crack, The Oxford, or the Casablanca - invariably the Casablanca after the others. The Oxford was great, an end of terrace boozer, where the rest of the terrace had been pulled down, the Oxford standing in majestic isolation.