Paging anyone from Birmingham...

....just thought I'd, having had cause to drive into Central Birmingham and
back today, offer you my sincere condolences on having to live and/or work,
in such a poxy shithole.

Never again, if I can help it!

 

I quite like Brum, but that's mostly down to memories of good friends and
good times past.

 

The couple of times I've been to Liverpool, I've found the locals very
friendly and helpful - stopped and asked for directions in a petrol station
once, and another customer actually got me to follow him to where I needed
to go.

You did have to wonder if he's mates were waiting at the end of a
cul-de-sac, with a selection of bricks and a trolley jack though! ;-)

FWIW, I unwittingly strayed off the beaten track today, in my desperation to
flee the hub, and ended up not quite where I wanted to be... but found
myself driving past the Uni, and then Pebble Mill studios (1) - looked far
nicer around there, anyway.

(1) "Hello Mum!"

 

"Beer - Helping ugly men to have sex, for years..."

I'm sure it's quite nice if you know which bits to avoid... but I found the
drivers etc., bloody awful.

I mean there is 'making progress', and then there's 'feck you, get outta ma
way!'

Worse than in Central London anyway, IMO...

 

Erm, no.

I'm one of those soft suvvern shandy drinking poofs, remember.

"I've been to Rusholme, and lived to tell the tale"

 

Oh, it gets better. You'll be half way back, prolly about Oxford and the
cunts'll make you go back there just so you can drop something at Hemel
Hempstead on the way back.

 

Don't get that with where I work, thankfully.

 

You're a very lucky man. Ours used to call it "just thinking of your
wallet mate". I mean HTF do you turn that down? If you did say piss off,
you'd live to regret it.

Thank **** they never sent me to Glasgow.

 

JackH secured a place in history by writing:

I lived in Rusholme. I still miss the cuisine.

 

S'what we did - had a curry, when I went there.

Very nice it was too, and prices were really good as well, compared to down
here.

 

Well I've worked for them on and off for over ten years now, so you kind of
know after that amount of time whether they're cunts or not.

Although to be fair, they still let me work for them, so it can't be that
true...

you turn that down? If you did say piss off,

You'd live to sit on your arse, eh... yeah, I've worked for shite like that
before... not for long though.

Oh, I was sent to Greenock once, did a stop at Glasgow on the way there.

Cheap burgers and dirty architecture, were the lasting impressions of that
visit... was a Sunday morning though.

 

Whinging Courier says...

Nobody should be made to go to Glasgow.

 

JackH secured a place in history by writing:

Darbar (sp?). My best mate is a consultant at the MRI and lives out of the
place, phenomenal quality at prices that just beggar belief [1]. And he's a
Pak, so has a highly refined curry palate.....the food is just stunning
[2].

[1] To this South Londoner
[2] Stops, saliva in keyboard.

 

Erm, it was opposite a petrol station, and IIRC, on the corner of a side
road... one of the first curry houses you find on your left, as you first
enter 'Curry Mile' from the direction of Central.

Don't suppose they tried serving you with a rubber chicken too, did they???

 

That'll be the Spicy Hut. Ex-gf used to live in flats just behind that
petrol station while I was at uni. Which was nice.

 

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Possibly, but it's not on a corner....

 

S'wot Christofire said; The Spicy Hut.

 

Thanks.

 

You hear stories when out and about and I didn't believe it; I thought
it was because I was talking to a bunch of lazy shites because the pre-
work speech I got from them (work)was award winning. Turns out they were
right.

I don't have any clear memories of going to Scotland. I don't think I've
ever been there <g>

 

<laughs and nods>