Peachy
Just LOL
The sun glows a kind of burned cheese’n’onion Pringle yellow as it flops behind a rain-washed terrace, the wind sighs through a neighbour’s sickly privet hedge, a minicab driver irritably sounds his horn, unable to walk the five yards to his fare’s front door: Birmingham, the UK’s biggest city beginning with “B”, is my new home …
Christ, I'm still laughing!
What a wonderful parody! Eat yer heart out, Craig Brown :)
I live in Warwickshire and I love Birmingham, warts 'n' all (no, honestly, I do). But Jamie's piece had me in stitches because (though Brummy Reg readers will rise up in droves to deny it) he not only parodies brilliantly but paints a horribly accurate portrait.
More like this on Fridays please.
As long as you can say "bostin' " convincingly, like cheap lager and second hand light, Birmingham is the place to be! I spent many years in the West Midlands and Black Country and have to be honest, it is a unique place, almost like another english-speaking country than England!! A lot of people moan about ethnic mixing in other parts of the country but in Brum and it's environs, it actually works and works fine I think.....
But bless it's rather large and worn cottons, Brum'll never please the eye, despite the City Council's best efforts, it shall forever be dull and grey and a shade too builtup....
is the cry you will hear from most privately schooled, London-based media brats. A few twats like Max and Peaches don't worry me. It's the future of TV being turned into a big, incestuous, smug, middle-class, pile of shit by people who think supporting Labour makes them left-wing and "in touch" that worries me.
That's why most Brummies don't actually live in Birmingham and why the city boundaries keep getting pushed further and further outward at the destruction of beautiful Worcestershire, Warwickshire, Shropshire and Leicestershire countryside as the desperate Birmingham Council attempts to corral the ever disappearing population. They'd be broke from the lack of Council Tax otherwise.
Me? I have the good fortune to escape to the wonderful Cambridgeshire countryside in pursuit of my work in the week, returning to sample the delights of suburban Birmingham over the weekend. I've nearly lost the accent so one day I'll sever the link... one day...
I'm having a spot of bother understanding this Guardian-esque articles presence here on El-Reg, but hey, it was relatively good reading, in that there's London, and then theres the rest of the country, kind of way.
Didn't the guardian get slagged of for doing this sort of thing, when one of the editors sons got to go to India or somewhere and write some drivel about the place for a fat fortune. At least this guy knows a little about writing interesting articles AND he gets to go to glamorous places like, Brum. Humm.
I've visited Brum many many times as I'm quite close by.
Yes the city is kind of ugly (as sin). Theres something about the councils up here between the 50s to the 70s that thought that putting up thousands of concrete monstrosities was a good thing, and that over the course a good half century of pollution exposure that they wouldn't actually get as grimey as they are now, the Idiots. Not to mention ALL the other reasons why concrete blocks of flats suck donkey balls.
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More please, but perhaps a point to all this next time though yeah? Cos at the moment this guy sounds a bit like your average city dosser, kind of like the hoodies he describes, and is doubtless getting paid for it too.
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Wait a minute, I smell an april fools style halloween joke.... We've been had!
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When's Bodkin doing a whole cyberpunk novel set in Brum?
I could imagine the future denizens setting up a whole alternative lifestyle environment on spaghetti junction after the big quake of '10 left it unusable by motor traffic. Old garden sheds epoxied to the undersides of flyovers, canal barges concreted into place on bridge supports, prows jutting into the fetid air like misguided balconies.
Maybe some crazy artist / scientist type could move into one of the old British Leyland / Rover / {insert defunct Midlands based car manufacturer} factories and churn out slow, dull, mindless, rusting deathtraps... (so no change from about 20 years ago really, except perhaps the lack of a trade union)
Sorry, it's Friday afternoon, I had a pint for lunch and the mind is wandering.
Well I live in an affluent, green, leafy bit of Birmingham and I sip my wifi-enabled skinny latte in Brindleyplace and the Mailbox. But then again I'm posh, not a lovable cartoon Brummie. I'm just off to Waitrose now to buy me pie and chips and a bottle of Banks's mild for supper.
http://www.birminghamitsnotshit.co.uk/
I'm a born and bread Brummie and proud of it. Birmingham will always be my home and I just love it. I hate London, it really sucks hard. I'd rather have a cervical smear than live there.
I just wish that people wouldn't confuse us with the Yam Yams who still point at aeroplanes and Hartley Hare....