Many people who hear my accent presume I’m from Birmingham, but I definitely have a Walsall accent, and “we’me from the Black Country”, and proud of it! Anyway, this post is all about Birmingham in a good way, which is quite unusual if you’ve ever spoken to anyone who lives locally about the “capital of the Midlands”. Usually Birmingham gets a bit of a bad wrap. Let’s face it, people think its crap, (feel free to correct me on this). But I’m happy to say that Birmingham is undergoing a bit of a renaissance period at the moment.
I’m lost for words as events unfold in London. Listening to the BBC news is surreal, it’s only just sinking in just what’s happened in our capital. Earlier Tony Blair confirmed that this looks like terrorist attacks timed to coincide with the G8 which starts in Scotland today.
It’s been a while since my last post so I better make this a good-un (well, relatively speaking). It being the season of University mates birthday’s (including mine - which is today by the way, just in case you wanted to send me that spare Ferrari you don’t use any more), I headed up to Huddersfield.
Ever since our earliest days the Human race has been plagued by questions: Who are we? Why are we here? I’ve have spent the last few weeks pondering such a question. A question that has taxed my (some say feeble) brain to it’s very limits. I’ve pondered, I’ve considered, I’ve wept in despair, and I let out a few little farts of frustration wondering just what are my 10 greatest albums of all time?