Following Blackpool Jane’s heroic lead, it’s all food today.
This was the Misssisssissipi (sp. ?) burger from outside the Cricketers. Note the state of the diet coke can.
“You on a diet, man ?” he asked.
Better than it looks now, but I’m not starting a scoring system for Brum burgers.
Friday was the day I’d finish West Midlands GBG, with 3 new entries clustered around Halesowen.
I’ve a real affection for the town, though you might not think it from these cruelly unrepresentative pics of an abandoned church and a High Street still suffering from Merry Hill-isation.
Approximately 4.7 charity shops per capita, containing 77% of the world’s unwanted Jack Johnson CDs.
In fairness, the pedestrianised Centre was full of life. I used to stay at the bargain Travelodge here when I had meetings on Hagley Road, and the locals are lovely. It’s the Brighouse of the Midlands.
As Aristotle wrote in 1677, if a man wants to get the measure of a town, go in its Spoons at 11am on a weekday (I paraphrase).
It was virtually full, and all human life was, indeed, here.
“There you go sweetie, enjoy it bub”.
And I did.
But it was time for church. And a pub.