“Of course, the whole point of this day (in Shirley) was to beat Martin, SI and Duncan to a GBG entry and I think I might just have done it on this occasion.“. Thus spake Zarathustra Life After Football in June, and he was right. I hadn’t been to Shirley since 2008 and this classic… Continue reading SHIRLEY SEES BETTER DAYS
Tag: Solihull
UNSULLIED BY SOLIHULL
Reader “Dave” asks if all these highlights posts are for recommended places. Of course they are, Dave. Except this one. Solihull is a marginal entry, I thought. That was before LifeAfterFootball began a lone crusade to present the borough the town as the “Stockport of the Midlands”. The GBG suggests the local CAMRAs aren’t… Continue reading UNSULLIED BY SOLIHULL
MICROS ON THE BRUMMIE KNOWLE
First of all, this is what happens when your son comes back from Sheffield Uni and nicks your internet capacity to play his incomprehensible computer games (Not FIFA 94); I’m on best behaviour with this post, as Knowle in firmly in BeerMat territory, in posh Solihull in fact. It’s very east Cheshire, which you can… Continue reading MICROS ON THE BRUMMIE KNOWLE
A BIG HUG IN THE PUP & DUCKLING
Dickens scholars will know that in 1865, at the age of 53, our greatest fictional author (apart from BRAPA) was involved in the Staplehurst rail crash, after which his writing took a turn for the worse (see: latter chapters of Our Mutual Friend). Now, I’m not comparing myself with Charles D, he was strictly… Continue reading A BIG HUG IN THE PUP & DUCKLING
SOLIHULL PART II – HALTIN’ IN OLTON
I suspect I won’t be getting the honorarium as east Brum’s Tourism Ambassador (that’s Ian Clarkson’s gig anyway), but I do have some highlights from Hours 3-4 of my walk that at least keep Solihull above Maidenhead on my UK Town League Ladders (I’m using the ones from 1980 Shoot ! for this purpose). My… Continue reading SOLIHULL PART II – HALTIN’ IN OLTON
UNSULLIED BY SOLIHULL – PART I
A hard piece to write, and hard to find one photo to sum up Solihull. But it’s LifeAfterFootball‘s home town, so there’s a random Leyton Orient sticker on a lamp post. East Birmingham, which I rather unfairly lump SoliVegas in with, is an odd place to understand, full of suburbs and uncertainties about boundaries. On… Continue reading UNSULLIED BY SOLIHULL – PART I
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