Friday, November 25, 2016

The Kings Head


I knew I should have packed last night. Now I try to do it all in a rush. The bonus of using this rucksack though is I find those batteries for my camera that I lost a long time ago!


I get a parcel in the post. I’ll plug myself into that later.


Outside I admire the new paving surface.


See how nice it is.


At Walsall I o and get a new train pass. Apparently I did well not to go to work on Wednesday as the train only turned up with two carriages and the train before it, didn’t run!


At dinner time I console myself in the canteen, trying to ignore the fridge noise that fills my head up so very much. I turns out to be a huge breakfast come lunch.


I leave work to head south into Birmingham. But where are all the trains south?


Eventually one comes and I am warm again.


From the railway station I head on foot to Broad Street missing out where the German market is. Just as I think I’ll be on my way to Paradise


I find this! I remember the app I have on my phone and locate another bus stop. It is only a short distance down the round.


And then a few minutes later I’m on the top deck of a very crowded and humid bus.


I walk from the bus stop towards my destination. Oh wow where has the art shop gone?


Onwards I find the Poade home. With pizza waiting me and kids smiling happily. Paode gets ready and we are out the door. Now I wasn’t looking forward to going around the pubs of Harborne because of the noise. But in fact Poade didn’t want to go to these. So our first stop was the black and white Swan. A walk and a bit, which was followed by another walk and a bit to


The High Field.


Complete with pigs and


The outdoor bar area called The Yard.


I was even mad enough to take my ski jacket off!


As we left here I steal some ideas for my own home


And arrive at a pub Poade hasn’t been to before.


because unaware to us the pubs opening night is tonight! We still weren’t aware when we left either. Inside here was noisy and we went out to the incredibly fresh and new looking outdoor area. No we still had not twigged.


Some more walking took us past more rain deer and in fact tonight I have seen more deer in Birmingham than in Cannock Chase.


We stop for another pint where we discuss the age of the roof beams and weather any of it is original. I said it wasn’t Poade said it was.


What I do know is that you should not be seduced by a beer with a dressed up hand pull, flashing lights and a gimmicky head on top. Poade was. Well it was his birthday.


Next we head a very long walk and I mean long walk to the Kings head. Poade arrived at the door first, and when I turned up, he had been refused entry. This I did not know and I just said to the doorman I’m with him. And with that I got that's alright then but I must ask the manager first if he can come in with you. Next another doorman came up to us and asked if we were alright. We are awaiting to see if we can come in. He looked at us and said yeah no problem. We were at the bar quick while watching the first doorman looking confused. I can remember a few things about this pub. Poade was wearing trainer, the view was very good that we were both looking at, in fact the view could have been classed as perfect. The tiles upstairs were old and genuine unlike the roof beams of the last place.


And the gents reminded me of being in some kind of sci fi film!


It was a long walk home. No curry, no kebab, just a lot of walking, I mean a lot of walking.


But I made it.


I had to, to make it to this bed!

Thursday, November 24, 2016

I’m Not Sure About The Carpet


As I walk home I go into Morrisons. I get some bargains for tea and then head through the town centre looking at the lights. Erm This year they are a bit of a let down.


I go and check if the new pub is open. It is. I wonder to myself if it would be a good idea to go in. If I go in will I come out? Will I?


Inside I conclude that as I put my shopping down that I’m not sure about the carpet. It’s, well its red.


I get a pint and look at it.


Then I look at the walls.


Then I take a sip, and another, and another. I relax and sip. I don’t drink it quickly but can confirm that at this point it had gone to my head and I was beginning to think this was a bad idea.


I drank up and left through the door. Yeah I was going home, yeah I was. Then.


Can that be real?


I look in, there is a girl in there, I open the door and as if she is open.


She is, what look, as I need the old barnet trimming so badly, it was well out of control. She spent the next 30 minutes massaging my head and chatting to me before extracting £9.50 from me for the privilege. She tells me that she will be open every Thursday until 9pm and that it handy to have the pub next door. She’s also been cutting hair for 16 years. Something I should have checked first as she has only opened here last week.


Back at home I marvelled how much better I looked with my short hair again and then


ponder if I really was going to eat 18 chocolate tea cakes and some rustic pate on them for tea!

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

American Is Doomed


I get up at the normal work time alarm clock setting, but after ten minutes realise that I’m still unwell and head back to bed. I awake next at 12:30 mid day!


Outside they have done the pavement outside the house.


What a nice job, well its better than before. And on the other corner of my drive they have sorted out the pea shingle and flattered the area.


I relax for the after and in the evening I watch a film. My favourite moments were


No amount of money can fix this


Does it look like I play bingo and


You saw it here first!

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

I’ll Just Hide From The World


I didn’t even consider getting up. I knew I was ill when I went to bed. Still here, still warm, still comfy. Now pass me a lemsip cuz I’m a weak boy

Monday, November 21, 2016

Independence Day


I get up after everyone else. By the time I’m downstairs Darren is around. We have breakfaast and then I try using google to get to the nearest station. Google wants me to go to Kilmaurs, Darren wants me to go to Kilmarnock. In fact Darren comes with me to Kilmaurs. We walk, we get the bus and then we walk through the town to the station where he gets me a ticket.


Oddly though


its a return ticket. With this cold you’d have me back?


The train leaves and we chu chu away


I enjoy the countryside views and completely understand why they came to live up here.


We near Glasgow.


And while here there are a couple of things I need to do, have a Burger King whopper normal, go to a card shop and also pop into CEX where I get Farcry 4 for £8 and Starwars lego II for £3


I consider heading into the pub Times Square for old times sake. But then I don’t really feel well enough for a pint.


So I go to the station, have a hot chocolate and do what I sometimes like doing. I write.


From here I can watch the train times. Its might cold here in Glasgow.


Its time for the chu chu and so


I find my regular post box here, if you can have a regular post box somewhere!


I find my reserved seat, which as always is the only one with name unknown by it.


Its time to relax while I


watch the cold scenery go by.


At least this time I can see the scenery.


Some people relax


I munch, that is until Preston where


I leave the Independence Day Virgin Express


I’ve never been to Preston town before.


And to be frank, I never leave the station.


I wait patently for the train to come. And when it does there is someone sitting in my reserved seat. I shift them. Why do the do it?


Eventually I arrive home, snot dribbling from my nose, I’m ready for bed already and I’ve done nothing!


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 Near The End Of The Rainbow

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