You left me admiring the loos in the Barton’s Arms, wondering about the merits of pressing onto Perry Barr on foot.
No, best not risk it. I’m not scared of anything except not having a loo stop within 5 minutes walk. Si knows how I feel.
“It used to seem to me that my life ran on too fast,
And I had to take it slowly just to make the good parts last”
Yes, I’m entering the place where Little Stevie Winwood went to school.
Actuall I’m more of a “Arc Of A Diver Man” myself, one of the first albums I bought as a podgy 15 year old Joy Division obsessive.
Perry Barr looks a bit different these days I guess, though the sky over the shopping centre housing my Spoons has a very 1980 Winwood feel.
I had to walk the entire One Stop centre (crazy name) to find the Arthur Robertson, which is the most 1993 Spoons you’ll ever see.
In the year the “o” finally falls off the sign, it makes its debut in the Guide*.
As someone once said several times, “All human life is here”.
All the beers seemed to be strong Christmas beers with daft names, awaiting BRAPA’s indulgence. I picked the strongest.
The beer was great (3.5+), the pub packed and struggling to cope, my relief at ticking this Brummy straggler palpable.
I celebrated with a mutton patty from the indoor market. You have to support the local culture when you go abroad.
*Possibly. I only go back to the mid 90s. Duncan will know THE TRUTH.