Monthly Recap April 2023

The totals for the month: 91 miles running, 23 pubs, 8 kebabs, 7 fish and chips, 1 short review. Here’s the cartoon of the month (not necessarily a monthly feature):

I sent the photo of the Slim Chickens sign with the subject line, “What in the Wide World of Sport is a goin’ on here?” because the NHS email filters would have blocked, “Somebody’s gotta go back and get a shitload of dimes.” She ignored the reference to the venerable Mr Taggart, instead noting that this Slim looks like a pimp.

Red tulips opened the first week of the month and there were as many as a dozen still hanging on merrily here at the end. Jimi also seems to be rejoicing at the sun.

In fact, without the sunlight he would be deprived of his two favourite toys: reflections and shadows:

Picking up a newspaper one Saturday I spotted the Wild Turkey Rye on the top shelf at the newsstand. For a laugh, I asked how much and the price was disturbingly low. I’ve really got to go back and buy the rest of these:

Graffiti lasts about 4 hours before getting painted over at the pedestrian subways under the 5 Ways Roundabout so I have to be quick to record them. This one seems to be a bit less clever than the ones about corporate crimes or homelessness but I do like the way the red bits could be taken to be the letters of LOVE being spread by a tongue (you see it or you don’t):

Been catching the evening trains to Wolverhampton for a beer, to check out progress on the tram branch to the station, and to just have a pootle about the Other City out this way. Saint Peter’s Gardens is always very nice:

Successfully introduced a laser through the beam path of the LTQ mass spectrometer. The IR laser should also pass through this same line of apertures and will allow us to break apart amino acid chains, non-covalent complexes, and detergent micelles.

The erstwhile ‘IRMPD Control Board’ mostly just reports on the state of the laser with the only inputs from the instrument control end a safety interlock and — as it turned out — a dc voltage that drives a voltage controlled oscillator fashioned from a couple of op-amps. I’ll need to make a cable that bypasses this last feature so I can run this laser from our arbitrary waveform generator but that can wait till after the bank holiday, tomorrow.

I also bought a new chisel, speaking of fragmentation mechanisms:

Rosey Mac’s, Erdington

Pub #2556:

Making my way down to Erdington from Chester Road Station I spied Rosey Mac’s opening up. The name was so reminiscent of Mary Mac’s back in Atlanta that I felt it would be rude to pass it by.

Besides me, it was just the couple running the place and their little dog. There was dog racing from Perry Barr on one telly and 80s videos on the other. I think there is a karaoke set up and, apparently, you can open the bathroom window to have a cigarette whilst pissing.

The Coldstream, Frankley

Pub #2555:

Like the Lickey Banker earlier in the day, I would’ve guessed the Coldstream was closed down but I saw a door slightly ajar off to the left of the above photo and decided it was worth exploring even if it was just being squatted by crackheads.

Not only was it really nice inside, the bartender and her friend were playing excellent music. There was a place for a band or, more likely, a single singer (karaoke?) to set up. Everything was in tiptop shape. Except for being a ghost town, that is.

Judging a book by its cover…don’t do it. But, do try and get into the Coldstream for a pint sometime. It only looks scary.

The Lickey Banker, Frankley

Pub #2554:

The Lickey Banker looked closed and, if you trust the WhatPub site you’d just pass it by:

The pub looked potentially ‘rough’ from the outside but was as kind and gentle as a kitten within. I fetched a Carlsberg from the bar and found a perch not far from a bunch of other old farts and watched some 80s videos (links to them here : Janet Jackson, Transvision Vamp, Eddie Grant…you know the drill) as the rain fell.

The name comes from the big pushing locomotives added to the back of trains traversing the Lickey Hills incline nearby.

The Navigation, King’s Norton

Pub #2552:

The signs were all up for one of the beer fests that Wetherspoons puts on but the taps, while decorated, held only a couple of available ales at the Navigation. The first two I asked for weren’t ready (I mimed turning the pump clip away from the punters to no avail). I eventually settled on a Doom Bar after asking, “which one DO you have?”

Still, it’s a lovely house. I used to run past here regularly to get to the canal on the way to work when we lived over near Weoley Castle and it wasn’t there then. Ballsy move of ‘Spoons to open one since then (we moved less than 3 months before the first lockdown) but it is doing a cracking mid-week lunch business.

The Albion Vaults, Duddeston

Pub #2551:

The Albion Vaults opens at 12. Arriving at 2 minutes past 12, I found this fellow already chatting away with the landlady (he must live there).

Together, they settled on a music channel specialising in 70’s British power rock. Who. Sweet. Quo. The usual 70s AOR stuff. My barmate sang along with most of them.

Good house. Before I finished my pint, another ebullient bloke turned up and I met a couple of others dashing in from the rain on my way out. Pretty good since the neighbourhood has zero housing around it (entirely industrial estate and set on a side road away from any non-industrial traffic).

McGhee’s Irish Bar, Wolverhampton

Pub #2550:

Looking for a quiet pint before heading home, I spotted McGhee’s down a back alley. I opened the door and was hit with 140dB of “Whisky in the Jar” followed by an entire live Irish standards set, equally loud as I sipped my Guinness (of course).

Rowdy. Splendid. No other photos (plenty on the interwebs) but to commemorate my visit I did take a rare selfie: