Blogging by request, eh?
A (different) Bill asked about Birmingham, which I’ll get to, but he also (freely) admitted he had friends in Leamington Spa, which would be a problem if our police weren’t otherwise engaged making sure you don’t spend 62 minutes outside your house.
I have been to The Leam, as kids call it, recently, but all I took was this lousy photo of the station.
My advice is to catch the first train out to Coventry.
Start with breakfast amongst the Smooth drinkers in the Flying Standard;
Admire the German-themed 60s architecture,
the remains of the original cathedral destroyed in a freak accident involving Micky Quinn and a delivery of Brew XI,
enjoy the city’s marvellous transport museum and art gallery, and the creaky beams of Spon Street, relocated en masse from Nuneaton in 1967, the year Jimmy Hill steered the Sky Blues to the Premier League.
Then beat the crowds to an early lunch of katsu curry for a fiver from Tokyo Express, with its inspiring views of Poundland.
After lunch, move from the old to the new and cough up the £6 to visit the Cathedral, recently voted the best retiredmartin cathedral in my own survey.
If you’re still hungry, and who isn’t after a 0.8 mile walk, give in to the charms of the Golden Cross.
You’ll be famished by now, so take a stroll down Far Gosford Street to the city’s south Asian and Jamaican diners.
Sadly, ancient Whitefriars has closed, nothing to do with Mrs RM’s visit 3 years ago.
Never mind, you’ll still be able to enjoy some of the best Bass anywhere in the Town Wall Tavern.
At this stage you’ll be feeling like Swedish meatballs in IKEA, but sadly that’s closing, permanently.
By now you’ll be ready to face the perils of Leamington, feeling like this “relaxed” guy in Cov shirt spotted in Northampton.
Good luck Bill, and remember. DON’T ASK FOR A TOP UP.