
I love it for its bizarre village mentality, Bohemiam atmosphere, great pubs and independent shops (Jibbering Records, a record shop with hardly any records!) which Birmingham city centre is sadly lacking.

I hate it for its bizarre village mentality, Guardian reading patched elbow pseudo greens with their ethnic pappooses and wholefood crystal hugging attitudes.
Truth is though it's Birminghams best tourist trail that can be had from the No.50 bus. 
(i've seen this guy play a few times and boy can he sing!)
 Then it's all back to The Costermongers, Birminghams second best rock pub but first worst B1 toilet!.
 
I've got a camera phone at last!!, no big deal you thinks but anyone who knows me knew i was quite attached to my trusty old 3310. Many a happy hour was spent trawling phone shops, Flea markets for cases, keypads, replacement batteries and i'll really miss the DIY Punk ethos of respraying the case and fixing it with duct tape. My new one is a fraction of the size/weight ( wouldn't last one round in the Pub car park with my Nokia!!) and has twice the tech' but the bizarre thing is actually feel like i'm being unfaithful to an inanimate object!!? .



 Find!!... an ambient beach bar in the industrious confines of Digbeth. Forty tonnes of Sand, Bamboo, n' Kent makes for an eclectic piece of Brum which desperately needs the weather to sort itself out (i had Raynaud's in my fingers in ten minutes).
