Living and working in Liverpool in the mid 1980s I first watched this cheeky rom-com just after its release. Yes, it was and still is hilarious and yes, it does portray life in the city at that time, hard, depressing and at times, strangely uplifting.

I've just watched it again and although somewhat dated - hairstyles, clothes (not Margi Clarke's magnificent, timeless red dress) and of course much of the city which is correctly shown as run-down, drab and frankly, awful during its '80s nadir; its the spirit of the Scousers that always gets them through, then and now.

That legendary resilience is personified by Elaine (Alexandra Pigg) a pretty, girl-next door dreamer who somehow has to escape her life and surroundings. Ably assisted by her friend Teresa (Margi Clarke) they embark on a night out in town where amongst other wild activities they meet two Russian sailors in a club. Elaine is completely smitten with Peter (Peter Firth) and Teresa goes along for the ride with Sergei (Alfred Molina) in a manner of speaking...

The humour is harsh, sarcastic and 100% Scouse. The scenes between Clarke and Molina are the stuff of legend - realistic just doesn't do them both justice. Meanwhile, Elaine and Peter are falling in love. After a night of passion and a certain amount of philosophy there is another memorable scene when Elaine and Peter depart at the dockside as the boys have to leave for the Soviet Union.

Desperately in love, tetchy and lonely she decides on what seems a ridiculous scheme to re-unite with Peter. I found myself rooting for her, as I did almost 40 years ago. It's the girl's sheer guts that I admire the most about the film. She has little going for her as she runs up against the objections of her family, friends and the establishment. But she still has Teresa to help her an achieve her dream. Wonderful.

Margi Clarke is on smashing form here as the gobby Liverpudlian lass ("Teresa") who, together with her pal "Elaine" (a strong performance from Alexandra Pigg), is out on the town hoping to fleece some well heeled punters. They are doing ok on that front - even if they have to do quite a bit of running - when they encounter "Peter" (Peter Firth) and his mate "Andrei" (Alfred Molina) who have a night of shore leave from their Soviet ship. "Teresa" and "Peter" immediately click and after their few hours together, sans sex, they declare their undying love and determination to meet again. How might this happen, though? They are thousands of miles apart and she hasn't tuppence to rub together. Her plan: write to President Brezhnev. His reply: an invitation to visit and a plane ticket. Can she go, will she go, is it all just a daft pipe dream? Whether they do or not is actually quite incidental to the story. It's a whirlwind romance presented to us in a whirlwind fashion that just oozes character. Firth isn't the most versatile of actors, he is a bit one-gear I think, but here that serves as the perfect foil for the brassy, sassy Clarke who provides for an entertaining persona that us Celts can appreciate easily. It's dated, sure, but somehow this love story with a bottle of vodka thrown in still works fine.