The best thing about visiting Birmingham is that everyone there seems to be taking the piss.
Actually it's just that accent, no matter how glamourous the shop assistant, or how posh the shop, it's just impossible not to smile when they say "Are yaou awroight thear or wood yaou loike sum 'elp?". The call centre people should take note, it's impossible to get cross with a brummie.
It is however possible to get cross with Birmingham. Ok so it's no longer the industrial wasteland it was and the Bullring is almost, in fact totally, unrecognizable from the late 80s, when it was a concrete wasteland full of junkies and pound shops (which surprisingly isn't mentioned on the visitors boards all over the place there, just the 'historic' pictures of the 1900s) but the place is a nightmare to drive round. I think we ended up driving through New Street Station just to get to the damn Bullring car park. How the hell you'd find anything there without GPS is beyond me. See I knew I'd bought it for a reason.
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