Birmingham may have scrubbed itself up over the last twenty years, but I still struggled to find much to do on a wander round there the other day.
I did spend quite a long time counting up all the places there are to eat and drink in the centre. Man, no wonder we is fat. Remember when all you could hope for on a high street was a Wimpy?
By the time I'd re-visited Queen Victoria's Willy twice it had begun to rain so I took refuge in the Museum and Art Gallery, and stumbled across the painting "Nightfall in the Black Country" by Robert Perry, which is terrific. The picture link doesn't do it any justice - not least in size and texture - so if you find yourself bored in Birmingham the gallery is just a spit away from Queen Vic's cock...
About Me
- Gary
- In my twenties I was a failed poet. In my thirties I wrote a book on gambling which was very nearly published. In my forties I wrote a small book about moving from London to Shropshire, which remains unpublished. Into my fifties and the quest continues...
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