Adventures in Birmingham: Live music at Six Eight Kafé

Those of you who know me on Twitter will have noticed I’ve been to every single Live Music Friday evening at Urban Coffee Co but now I’m delighted there’s a second coffee house to embrace one of life’s pleasures.

I’ve loved live music in coffee shops ever since I first saw a man and a guitar at a late night coffee shop in NYC in 2000 and have been trying to recapture the experience ever since. Whilst popular in America, I used to go to listen to music every Sunday in New York, the first I’d seen in the UK (I’m sure there have been others) was at Urban‘s first location. It’s not just about having someone play but the right type of ‘coffee shop’ music.

Country, folk and jazz all lend themselves to the acoustic vibe that works best. Many of us loved the gypsy/jazz band (I don’t know the name, the band didn’t carry any cards!) we saw at Six Eight Kafe on their first birthday so we begged the management to run more candle-lit nights in their gorgeously dark basement.

Last Wednesday was the first of those nights when we were treated to more live music. The first band had an excellent acoustic set up and performed a mix of original material with covers and harmonious vocals. There is something special about going to events in a dimly lit room. Perhaps because it smacks of the illicitism of the prohibition era and so feels like we’ve been invited to an exclusive underground event.

This and the amazing coffee that the Six Eight coffee gods seem to produce every time makes it an essential addition to the Birmingham calendar.

Coffee & music, two of my favourite things; more please.

Adventures in Birmingham – Entertainment Heritage Walk

Entertainment Heritage Walk

I’ve lost count of how many ‘heritage walks’ I’ve now completed with the knowledgeable and witty Mr Ian Braisby but all have been enlightening and entertaining. The latest, on a sunny Sunday afternoon is to learn about Birmingham’s entertainment heritage.

Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin and Slade seemed to have played everywhere but we discover the old home of Snackerie. This is where bands in the 60s bands consumed  their pre and post gig unhealthy snacks and generally gossiped about evil promoters I suspect. Evidently a good place to pick up extra last minute gig bookings too!

I learn about Edward Fewtrell, ‘Mr Clubland’ from my earliest memories of my first time in Birmingham. I certainly recall a visit or two to Edwards bar around that time and the reputation Mr Fewtrell had. It’s interesting to hear of the story about an early Texas gig when they played at an Edwards club with a backdrop of a water leak! More so, I didn’t realise Edwards venues went back as far as the 1970s and that where Gala bingo behind New Street station is, was an upmarket cabaret style venue that hosted Tom Jones. Apparently it didn’t work in the early 1970s but with Ronnie Scott’s long gone, I’d love something like that in the city now.

On the theatre side Birmingham’s Theatre Royal on New Street (where Boots is now) is long gone but the gorgeous Hippodrome is flourishing and we learn of Laurence Olivier’s earliest performances at the still standing (old) Birmingham Rep.

We all know the history of the scrumptious once again, Electric being the oldest working cinema in the UK but did you know that the Cannon, formerly the Futurist around the corner was the first to have ‘talkies’? And that where Piccadilly Arcade is now was the Picture House and there was also the ABC cinema on New Street?

Crossroads is well known to have been filmed in Birmingham and we learn there was a famous wedding scene filmed at Birmingham cathedral that not only stopped traffic but received 22 million viewers – beat that x-Craptor! Later, TisWas was filmed in Birmingham launching the mainstream careers of Chris Tarrant (but why does he have a Broad Street star?!) and the eternally brilliant Lenny Henry. I learn my favourite building in Birmingham, the Alpha Tower at the edge of Broad Street was built for ATV, before it became Central Television. Nowadays all TV talk is of the Hustle being filmed on my doorstep whilst pretending it’s in London.

Discovering Buffalo Bill’s Wild West show came to New Street is indeed mind blowing but it’s two hours and towards the end of the tour when we get to Duran Duran, the reason for my coming to Brum in the first place. They are mentioned of course when we get to Broad Street, home of the Rum Runner Club where they first rehearsed and were subsequently managed by the owners.

Incidentally, the same place also hosted Dexy’s Midnight Runners and UB40 in the early years.

Who knew? There is so much more, book in on a tour here

For more information  www.midlandsdiscoverytours.co.uk  or chat on Twitter @ianbraisby or follow @MidsDiscovery

Rhinestone Cowgirl

Rhinestone Cowgirl has a mission:

To travel the world and trawl the internet and find you the loveliest, prettiest, comfiest things for your home.

I love finding old stuff that has been trashed and making it look shiny and new, better than ever. I know you will give this unique product product pride of place in your home!

After all, one person’s trash is your treasure!

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My experience of mentoring in Birmingham

I’m asked to mentor a University of Birmingham student in the summer at which time things are generally quieter for me. Schools and colleges are mostly unavailable and the business world is enjoying a succession of holidays. So my life consists mainly of writing which is no bad thing.  Read more, as published by CharityZine

50+ things to make me smile in Birmingham at Christmas

• Seeing young children buying Christmas presents for their parents
• Shops and offices that KEEP CHRISTMAS IN DECEMBER (Still searching for that one)
• Twinkling lights on cranes and tall buildings
• Festive decorations on big trucks
• Christmas lights switch on nights
• Watching the delight on kids faces at lights switch on nights
• Hearing my favourite Christmas tunes on the radio for the first time this year
• Spending December seeing as many friends and family around the country as possible (this year from Chester to Devon and lots in between)
• Finding out about nice people giving to the less fortunate
• Finding out about the less fortunate giving to the less fortunate
• Hearing about people having good news in time for Christmas (new job, new house, new baby, new book deal)
• The sight of pure, virgin snow in the grounds of a quiet church
• Deciding on my Christmas theme (this year; silver representing a sparkling future)
• Turning on the lights on my Christmas tree after its newly decorated
• Tweaking the decorations on the tree for several days afterwards until it’s perfect
• Coming home and remembering the tree is up!
• Writing my Christmas cards, with the tree lights twinkling whilst watching an old Christmas film
• An excuse to look into people’s houses who have Christmas trees
• Hearing a choir singing carols in the distance
• Eggnog (or gingerbread) latte. The only time I drink that milky stuff all year.
• Having an evening devoted just to wrap presents
• Christmas loo rolls
• Watching someone open a present I know they’ll love
• The best excuse to light candles (other than a power cut)
• A genuine looking Santa
• A black Father Christmas (only in New York)
• Christmas coffee although no idea what makes it festive
• The Christmas spirit; people being extra nice to each other and strangers exchanging smiles
• Indulging in having Christmas films on the idiot lantern despite having seen them dozens of times already – this year
• Birmingham Handmade markets
• Birmingham German Markets
• Going past the best decorated house in the street
• Breaking into song when I’m with my (20 something) niece when we hear ‘Mistletoe & Wine’ as per our years-old tradition
• Christmas Top of the Pops
• Watching repeats of vintage Christmas TV specials
• Every time I hear the Waitresses ‘Christmas Wrapping’, my all time favourite Christmas tune
• Receiving cards and emails from people I had long forgotten
• Watching men buying Christmas presents in the 36 hours before the big day because 52 weeks’ notice wasn’t quite enough
• A log fire
• A log cabin
• Taxis with a miniature Christmas tree on the dashboard
• Buying a ‘for a baby’s first Christmas’ card
• Buying random cards just for fun, mainly in America i.e. ‘to my hairdresser’ (yes really)
• Stocking up on M&S festive goodies to take to all the welcoming homes I visit over the season
• Any excuse to eat more food (via @ellastella )
• Not working as hard as I do for the other eleven months of the year
• Starting afresh in cold, harsh, January, in gorgeous anticipation of what the next year will bring
• The smell of Christmas
• The Urban Christmas party (although that’s not until Dec 17th) (Note to Simon: you’re not 49 on the list, it’s random)
• Hearing that my flight is ready to depart to somewhere cold on Christmas Eve for a well earned break

Now it’s your turn; what’s guaranteed to make you smile at Christmas? I’d love to add your ideas to the list so please add to the comments below.

Christmas Birmingham

Additions:

From Paul Hanna:

No 51 Christmas fragranced bleach
Is there anything that can’t be made better by having a christmassy makeover?

From Mary:

52. Christmassy fragranced candles
53. Homemade, handmade gifts are so much better than shop bought
54. Smell of baking!
55. Mulled wine
56. Walking around the markets searching for unique gifts.
57. Cuddling up on the sofa under warm fleecy blankets watching christmas films.
58. A glass of Baileys
59. Spending time with family and friends

LuvDrop or Internet dating

Dating in the City

Birmingham  daters, which do you prefer?

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       You’ll know that the people coming to LuvDrop are single; the rest is all there to be discovered

  •  Online, you know all their likes and dislikes and have already made up your mind about them

♥        With face to face meetings, you meet the true personality with no place to hide

  • With internet dating you will only read the person’s CV and that’s just what they want you to know

♥        At LuvDrop events, you may find yourself liking someone who on paper would have been on you ‘no’ list

  • With internet dating you will reject everyone that doesn’t conform to your wish list

More about Luvdrop

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Would like to meet: The truth about internet dating

As published in the Independent

Internet dating may be all rainbows in the adverts, says Rhodri Marsden. But the truth is that many more hearts are broken than matches made

In 1966, The Supremes explained to us that you can’t hurry love. Sixteen years later Phil Collins concurred: “You just have to wait,” he sang, additionally noting that love don’t come easy. Those words of wisdom still apply, and particularly so if you’re one of those participating in the seemingly eternal worry-go-round of internet dating. 

The adverts for such services, featuring blissfully happy couples pushing each other on swings, would have us believe otherwise. eHarmony likes to stress how many members get married as a result of being matched via the service (236 every day, according to data gathered in the US in 2008.) Match.com did a survey last year indicating that an impressive 58,500 people found a partner on the site over a 12-month period – and they still offer a six-month guarantee of “finding love”, albeit underlined (understandably) by a 500-word list of conditions.

And we’re suckers for all this. When Time Out magazine recently ran a cover story offering free online dating for every reader, it was dangling a huge metaphorical carrot. We all want to be loved, after all.

But you rarely hear from those who, having failed to find a partner online, back away from the computer shaking their heads at the way the process distorts social conventions and leaves you slightly shell-shocked. Those 58,500 lucky members of match.com were vastly outnumbered by the 286,000 unlucky ones. Yes, anecdotes of hair-raising internet dates have become dinner-party staples – you know, like “he turned up wearing a toolbelt and immediately burst into tears” – and many were collected in a book published earlier this year. But what about the mental strain? The plunge in self-esteem when your ideal partner remains as elusive as a taxi on New Year’s Eve?

A quick disclosure: I have a couple of dating profiles online. It’s not going that well. But this isn’t therapy masquerading as a self-pitying article by some bloke in his late-thirties – well, not much, anyway. I’ve got a number of friends and acquaintances who share my feelings about the way online dating plays fast and loose with your emotions.

These people are relatively undamaged and sane, without many skeletons in their cupboards. Some of them are model-like in their beauty, rapier-like in their wit or both. All of them have approached internet dating with the most honourable of intentions: they’re lured by the promise of romance, be it jazz and croissants on Sunday morning, or leaping out of a plane strapped to someone nice. Whatever.

They’d just like somebody, but somebody hasn’t shown up.The search for love in any context is a lottery, of course. The odds are stacked Jenga-like against us. What are the chances of two compatible people turning up in the same place at the same time? Internet dating is meant to tip those odds in our favour – and it can work, of course it can. But the people I’ve spoken to who’ve been bruised by it are unanimous as to why that happened. They believe it’s a problem inherent to the process. So if you’re doing it, and you’re feeling down, don’t worry. It’s not you.

Well, it might be. But it most likely isn’t.Adam: “It’s blackly comic: we all say we’re fun-loving, up for a laugh, just seeing how things go – when everyone knows that we’re all on a dating site because, to varying extents, we’re lonely.”Internet dating pivots around profiles; lists of attributes, paragraphs where you attempt to make yourself sound appealing, a handful of flattering photographs. But there’s already a problem. Dozens of books and websites offer advice on how to write profiles; third-party services even charge 40 quid to save you the bother.

As a result, the uniformity is hilarious. Everyone loves travelling, particularly to Machu Picchu – which, if the profiles are to be believed, is an Inca site swarming with thousands of backpacking singletons. Men are singularly obsessed with skiing. All of us love to curl up on the sofa with a bottle of wine and a DVD (or a VD, as one unfortunately misspelled profile said).The vernacular of online dating makes everyone sound the same. Rather than reflecting what we’re like, it reflects what we think other people want – because we’re trying to appeal to as many people as possible. Men will lie about their height, men and women will lie about their age, some people even upload photos of other people and pretend it’s them. It doesn’t correlate with real life.

And once you realise this, internet dating suddenly feels as random as approaching strangers in a car park and asking them if they fancy you. Which, believe me, is never a good idea.

Ruth: “I don’t want someone like me. Why on earth would I want someone like me?”Searching for a partner online has inevitable similarities to searching for a product. Computer algorithms have the herculean task of returning a perfect match from its database based on our own vaguely truthful submissions, and such copper-bottomed compatibility guarantees as whether both parties are fond of cats.Our natural impulse, encouraged by the way these websites work, is to seek people who like the same things as us. But while I wouldn’t want to date someone who gets a kick out of attending far-right political rallies, it’s certainly true that opposites can attract. I went out with a wonderful woman for seven years who loved Barbra Streisand. I can’t stand Babs. In a relationship these kind of things aren’t an issue, but internet dating makes them into one. After all, when I meet someone in real life that I like, I tend not to say, “Hi, I’m Rhodri, and here’s a list of food I don’t like eating.” The rules of attraction are just too complex to be held in a database and analysed by a computer.

Thomas: “The idea that someone likes to spend weekends mountain biking or, I dunno, shaving lions – that’s the kind of thing that would send me up the nearest bell tower with a sniper rifle.”But we’re forced to filter the mass of potential datees, and we do it savagely. We start to adopt a power-shopping mentality, disregarding people for arbitrary reasons; as my friend Sam put it, we cruise past people’s pictures as if they’re caravans in Daltons Weekly. “Yeah, no, no, yeah – ooh, yes! – no, no, ugh.” It’s a compelling, but ultimately exhausting, process that these services have adapted, refined and streamlined because it’s a brilliant way for them to make money. While a service might lure you with a strapline saying “Meet sexy singles in your area”, the truth is more like, “Reject perfectly decent singles in your area while waiting for the maddeningly elusive sexy ones.” Everyone is trading off current opportunities against future possibilities. In a thoughtful moment, you might even realise there are people you’ve had relationships with in the past who, if they appeared as an online match, you might reject. And when you’re the one being rejected, it can hurt.

Charlotte: “It’s a brutalising process. You join thinking you’ll be nice and civilised and honest with people, but once people don’t reply to your emails, you start doing the same to other people.”Rejection may be a strong word to use. It doesn’t approach the horror of being told by a partner that they don’t love you any more. But despite our inclination to present ourselves as optimistic – verging on an almost deranged bubbliness, in some cases – we enter the process on the back foot. We’re not part of a couple, and we may have hang-ups about our attractiveness. Suddenly, every unreciprocated gesture hurts way more than it should. Unreplied-to messages sit in the “sent” folder as a grim reminder of your failure to connect with someone, almost prompting you to fire off another message saying “What’s the problem? What’s wrong with me?” So we have to develop a thick skin. But, you know, having a thick skin is overrated. Thin skin is just fine. It’s just that thin skin isn’t compatible with internet dating.

Francesca: “It’s also a horrible feeling knowing that there are potentially a lot of other people in competition with you. It’s like being in a deck of Top Trumps cards – what are my stats? What is it about me that might or might not trump someone else?”If you live in a city, the seemingly inexhaustible array of potential beaus strewn across these websites is part of the appeal. But that very abundance is also why the rapid cycle of rejection can feel so disheartening.

“Plenty more fish in the sea” isn’t just a well-meaning phrase uttered by a kindly relative after you’ve been dumped. Internet dating presents you with rock-solid evidence. Thousands of them, right there, smiling at you. (Except me. I’m kind of glumly staring at you, which may be one of the reasons why I haven’t done so well.)Long-term internet dating participants know only too well, however, the cycle of knock-back followed by a speedy return to the site in search of someone else. You start seeing the same faces across multiple sites, and some people (especially men) will start to play the percentage game, firing off multiple cut-and-paste emails in the hope that someone will reply. One friend of mine was even sent a cheery message of introduction from a man who she had already had a disastrous date with via another dating website. 

Richard: “But you getthat thrill when someone responds. For a short time you’re on top of the world – and that’s followed by a low point. It’s like a fast-working drug with a terrible come-down.” It’s an addictive process, there’s no doubt about it. There are a couple of reasons for this. One is the burst of elation associated with a stranger suddenly deciding that you’re attractive, amusing, a good prospect. New members on these sites receive a flood of attention that can be exhilarating. As one friend said to me, there was a time when she felt like the most popular woman in the country. After a while, though, you develop a more realistic view of the thing. You realise that, for example, the match.com “guarantee” isn’t so much a guarantee as a hard-headed business decision based on probability and likely cost. But the knowledge that it’s working out for some 17 per cent of members brings hope, and makes you loath to pack it in.The other undeniable reason: with options dwindling as you get older and friends start families, giving up on internet dating feels like giving up on love altogether. But sticking at it can seem to reinforce your single status.

Sarah: “Internet dating is essentially a lot of single people, of varying degrees of loneliness, blundering around with their arms out hoping to bump into someone.” Sarah’s right. In that sense, it’s not much different to real life. It’s the usual random process of love-seeking, but cleverly tarted up with psychometric testing and percentage matching and with a monthly fee slapped on it. I suppose it works out cheaper than going out every night and keeping your fingers crossed. But if it’s not working for you, do take heart from me – and from Thomas, Pip, Catherine, Charlotte, Matthew, Steph, Sian, Francesca, Sam, Vanessa, Richard, another Richard, Jane, Adam, Juliet, Tim, Michelle, Sarah, Courtney, Michael, Helen, Vicki, Claire, Saj, Juliet, Stuart and Ruth, all of whom contacted me to get their feelings off their chests.We’re not bitter. If anything, recognising the improbability of finding the perfect internet date makes participating a lot easier. In fact, we’re all magnificently well-adjusted. Maybe I should start trying to match us all up…

LuvDrop or Speed dating?

LuvDrop or Speed dating

Speed date, single, match making, dating, LuvDrop, Dating in the city, Birmingham

 

↓ You have to stop talking to someone even if you like them and by the time you see them next time, they’ll be talking to someone else

  You can talk to someone all night with LuvDrop. There is no timer on you.

↓  Host is there to seat you, administrate the evening and make you pair off

  Hosts are there for you; to make  introductions, to help you feel comfortable and confident

↓ Anyone can go to speed dating events, un-vetted, single or not

  LuvDrop host invitation only events for members who have applied to join

↓ You have to exchange numbers there and then if you want to see anyone again. Everyone at speed dating will know numbers get exchanged so no-one will feel special

♥  If you’re don’t want to hand over your phone no straight away, you can email another member later – or we can get in touch for you

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More info about LuvDrop: Dating in the City

LuvDrop Membership

Dating Birmingham love dates social

What your membership means

  • Invitations to exclusive LuvDrop events
  • As a member you can email other single members
  • Every event will have two hosts to introduce you to other members and make you feel comfortable
  • Qualify for the rewards scheme that repays your loyalty
  • Invitations to special city social events

and so much more

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Jelly in Birmingham

What: Jelly is an event for solo workers to come together to work and chat. I attended a few Jellies when I was in NYC a couple of years ago. We had them in people’s apartments there and once in a shoe show room over-looking Central Park! It was essentially an apartment used as a showroom and not something I have come across in Birmingham as yet. Only in New York….
Just bring your laptop, grab a coffee and get to work in a lovely friendly atmosphere with like-minded people.

Why: Because it doesn’t exist and Birmingham needs a place for Jellyheads© to come together every now and again.

Who: freelancers, home workers, solopreneurs, small business owners, field workers – in fact, everyone is welcome to drop in.

When: Next dates

  • Tuesday 1st February – Church Street
  • Friday 11th  February  – JQT
  • Friday 11th March – JQT
  • Friday 1st April – JQT
  • Friday May 13th – JQT
  • Friday June 10th – JQT
  • Friday Aug 12th – JQT

From 9am onwards or you can get there earlier and have breakfast with the daily papers.

Where: Urban Coffee Co JQT (Big Peg) 

Feel free to come and put your laptop down then go grab a drink.

How: RSVP to me write@rickiejosen.co.uk or via Twitter @RickieWrites

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Adventures in Birmingham – September 12th 2010

Island Bar

Our regular school night fixture, Island bar are celebrating their birthday and as such are giving a raffle ticket to everyone who purchases a cocktail. As a rare drinker, they kindly offered to put some colour in my sparkling mineral water so I don’t feel left out.

My friends however, win 3 sets of glasses between them. Nice!

Pecha Kucha

My friend Jo Hardy has put on this event which is a good enough reason to go. I’m not too keen on ‘networking’ in the evenings, (not keen on networking at all actually) and this show does not kick off until close to 8.30pm but it is a fantastic idea.

With the rough theme of ‘Birmingham’ a favourite subject of mine, six speakers talk about different subjects using 20 slides which show for just 20 seconds each. So each talk lasts 6 mins or so.

I learnt about a renowned local architect from 1960s to 1970s, John Madin, about the Birmingham Music Archive and most importantly that we should not feed bread to ducks because it fills them up without them getting their proper nutrients. Ducks need 5 a day too!

Urban Coffee Co

Friday night is music night and Urban have a superb live band doing bluesy covers. Apparently MojoHooker bring the blues back to the Midlands. Have no idea where the ‘blues’ went in the interim period but it’s good to have it back. I love music in coffee shops and have been actively encouraging Urban for the past year although the Friday night is more about watching the band rather than whispering to friends in between the tracks. It’s loud!

Ikon Cafe

Hardly a week goes by without a trip to Ikon and this time curiosity took me to Ikon Cafe to listen to ’My Favourite Things’ talk by one of my fave radio peeps/musos, Stuart Maconie. Curiosity is now abated.

Tour of Birmingham’s Jewellery Quarter

At the weekend, I went on a guided walk of the Jewellery Quarter so I can find out more about the neighbourhood I am currently calling home.

The Jewellery quarter was established in the 18th century, springing out behind St Paul’s Square (my ‘hood) and lead by one of the city’s founding fathers grew until Birmingham had its own Assay office. Originally in the main city centre street, New Street, it moved to where it is now on Newhall St, much closer to all the manufacturers.

 

I learn that the manufacturers have to be close together as each plays a small part in creating a single piece of work.

The family homes had workhouses built behind them, in what would be the garden so they can live and work there. These were real family businesses as there is a lot of trust involved when working with precious metals and stones.

The pens became popular in the 19th century when Joseph Gillott (Is that why we have Gillott Road in Edgbaston?) perfected the technique of machine-manufactured steel nibs. I find out that previously pens cost the equivalent of two days wages but this technique meant the spread of literacy and writing to the working classes.

Apart from making over 40% of all UK jewellery involving 300 businesses, the JQT as we affectionately call it also produces whistles (not just the ones on the original Titanic), pens, all sorts of silver giftware and the trophies, including the one for the women’s Wimbledon winner. The premiership trophy was designed in Birmingham but alas not made here.

What I haven’t noticed before whilst dashing through the JQT to get to Lord Clifdens are the spectacular Prince of Wales Gates. A beautiful piece of art, they are the gateway to the Jewellery Business Centre. I read they were once owned by the Prince of Wales and ‘sculpted’ by Michael Johnson to represent the contemporary jeweller’s art.

I know there is so much more to learn but it’s a start.

Links

http://jewelleryquarter.net/
http://myjq.tumblr.com/
http://www.24carrots.org.uk/

Adventures in Birmingham – September 5th 2010

It’s a short week but after being out of town with one thing another and it’s good to be back.

Thursday is the inaugural meeting of what I style as the Fine Dining Club. That’s me and whoever wants to visit one of Birmingham’s more exceptional restaurants every 6-8 weeks. I chose Opus first as they have been so fantastic in supporting the charity projects I work on. Purnell’s and Edmunds are coming up next for the same reason plus of course the extraordinary food and top class service.

And that’s exactly how Opus presents itself along with the great company of four like-minded ladies. The food keeps on coming as does the conversation. A couple of the girls chose from the market menu which included a gorgeous glass of champagne and feeling like I missed out having chosen the mushroom & leek risotto from a la carte, I order a glass too. If I haven’t mentioned, I’ve developed an allergic reaction to alcohol in the last few years and lots of experimenting in recent weeks has resulted in knowing I can drink champagne and Guinness without a reaction. (together which make Black Velvet, my birthday drink). My suspicion is confirmed about the champagne, there is no sneezing or annoying sniffling to follow. These are two of my favourite drinks but the other two are beer (lager) and red wine and I am really missing those.

Everyone loves Opus and the crème brulee maybe the best I’ve ever tasted. Five sets of plates licked clean, we happily spill out into the warm, September streets.

Friday night is music night so I skip the cinema and join some of the regulars at Urban Coffee Co. They have a pianist playing brilliant covers and a very warm feeling comes over me when the Cheers theme wafts upstairs. “Where everybody knows your name,” indeed.

I should have just bought a bed for the night as next morning I meet with a friend to discuss a new enterprise – news to follow – and then just have enough time to run to M&S to get some food into my empty fridge before returning for another legendary coffee, cake & conversation marathon with the Meet Up girls. They say I break the record when I race downstairs upon realising Urban have Red Velvet cake. So that’s black velvet & red velvet in the same week.

On Sunday, a year after I really should have, I learn about the Jewellery Quarter’s heritage. I walk these streets daily (on route to places you understand, not just randomly in bag lady mode). We all know about the jewellery and the whistle being made here for the original Titanic sailing (fat lot of good it did) but did you know for 100 years, Birmingham was the global centre of the pen making industry? There’s a lesson to follow on this; pay attention.

Adventures in Birmingham: 9 – 14 August

Urban Coffee Co is one years old

I’d already said yes to a dinner at City Inn when I get the invite for this a couple of weeks ago but feel as I was there at the birth, I should really be at the kids first birthday. I agreed to meet the others later so I can at least pop in but as (bad) luck would have it, one of my friends had a family bereavement so we decided to cancel the dinner and the rest of us three all go to Urban.

I get there bang on time at 7pm and my friend is already waiting, along with half a dozen other celebrators. By the time the doors open, there are a good 30 people on Church Street and we all dutifully check ourselves off the guest list before entering, strolling politely past both goodie bags and the ready poured drinks.
 

When Rickie met Urban

The reason the opening of Urban was so momentous a year ago is that I had not long before arrived in Birmingham, with my previous address in New York and wondering where on earth I could go to write, un-disturbed, that had decent coffee and wasn’t a large chain (mentioning no names).
I found out about Urban when I met Simon Jenner, the co-founder through the Birmingham Entrepreneurs MeetUp that he runs. I imagine I probably said ‘I’ll be the judge of that’ when he said he was opening a coffee shop with decent coffee, on Church St. I spend the next couple of weeks walking past the premises, checking progress. It’s my route home so it’s not as desperate as it sounds. Not really.

On pre-launch opening day, I arrive on my way back from the city, chatting on the phone to my (now ex-) boyfriend in New York, telling him that England was finally getting a decent coffee shop by all accounts.

I’m introduced to Hannah, Super Senior Urbanista and predictably the talk turns to coffee, namely my likes and dislikes. My number one dislike, I explain is cold coffee and that no one can make latte in this country so I only have it at home. I probably mutter that cappuccino is only made to be drunk first thing, before breakfast and don’t understand how people consume it at other times.
Hannah took all my coffee snobbery in her stride and recommended I have an Americano as it’s all hot and I can have it with hot milk for extra hotness. Despite my protestation of having to ask for a poncy coffee, when I normally like to say ‘just coffee with milk’. ‘Latte is that?’ ‘No, just fresh coffee with milk, please’.

So a large Americano, with hot milk, in a take-out cup, it has been ever since* – not that I need to tell any of the Urban staff that, even new girl Katy remembers my drink after just a couple of visits. The take out-cup is to keep it extra hot by the way, plus I’m no good with the cup and saucer thing, another thing that Americans do well, give me a mug any day.
*Oh except when I go anywhere in North America, I can have hot filter or latte and usually be pretty happy with either.

Urban further excelled when they agreed to cakes, specifically Kiss Me Cupcakes so I now have a supply of those whenever I fancy. Cupcake Friday is born! They even started offering chai, which is my second tipple if I’ve had my 2 cups a day coffee quota.
Other things I have thought of but don’t ever remember talking out loud about are music, especially on a Friday, weekend opening (a godsend as those are my big writing days) and a desk upstairs. All duly granted (A pile of napkins and a big table would be great upstairs. Just thinking that so the staff can mind- read that too).

I’ve recommended the place to hundreds of people, taken dozens more in with me and my guests have always been delighted to say the least and become regulars themselves. Not sure if they have obtained the coveted Urban coffee cup, received after you have drunk your way through 50 – count them, 50 coffees but I’m well on my way to the saucer to match.
The evening is a great success, the KissMe bite-size cupcake display unbelievably enticing, the music perfect, the pimms (still on offer 2 for £5) was divine and the vodka jelly and birthday cake…actually what happened to those?
Seeing as I’m in there every other day, I didn’t recognise one face from the throng that filled the little coffee shop to capacity. But of course, they’ll say the same thing in reverse. I go in, usually get my regular and bury my head in the laptop for a couple of hours, oblivious to anything going on around me but curiously not to what goes on outside my window. Now that’s the sign of an excellent coffee shop.

Ikon Cafe

 
Wednesday is a repeat visit for the weekly live music only this time it’s markedly quiet compared to my post World Cup visit in mid-July. Then, I was advised to book as there were 9 of us. It is a lovely mid-week treat to have someone strumming a guitar whilst we have a drink, eat tapas or just catch up. I bet they would have been glad of the 9 of us as it was almost empty this week.

Friday is a bonus book writing day with a 2000 word target although I’d have let myself off with 1500. As it happens, I went over the 2000 via a morning in Urban and an afternoon in Brindleyplace, with lunch at home and all followed by a film at Cineworld. Which I walked out of. I finally achieve my ambition of walking of a film because it’s so dire. Review is [here]

Chameleon


A new place in a street I don’t think I have ever walked down. Well actually the address is ‘Victoria Square’ but that’s a little optimistic, its half way down the street behind the post office.
Inside, it’s airy, the staff are attentive and the interior all very modern and at 6.30, almost full. As I wait for the rest of the gang to arrive, I scan the room and it’s like an advert; everyone smiling, chatting, drinking and eating. There are people of all ages and I like that in a place as generally a mixed crowd means there’s no pretentiousness. There’s a stage, which looks promising, a massive private seating area with a circular red sofa, outside seating, big lighting fixtures and most importantly for any interior, a disco ball. I feel right at home.

We’ll be back although for me, more likely for a Sunday lunch or midweek drinks rather than being crushed in a weekend crowd. Unless there’s live music, you know I’m a sucker for any live music.

Lord Clifden

There is no live music tonight so will a visit to new favourite still be good on a Saturday evening? Yes.

How is this place so popular? There are other drinking holes in the JQT, although this is across the road so technically it’s Hockley, but wait isn’t the JQT in Hockley? I’m sure it used to be. I even bump into two people I know and I know almost no-one in Birmingham.

My plan is to leave at 10pm to get back in time for the first Match of the Day of the season. The season seems to have started a week early but nonetheless I’m looking forward to it. 10pm came and went of course, I was mid-flow in telling the story of my first Christmas in New York but at 10.17 precisely, I finish my drink (why don’t they have Budweiser in bottles when they did last time? I had to go to the bar inside to have swift halves poured, I cannot remember the last decade I drank Bud out of a glass) make my excuses and sprint back to St Paul’s Square. Turns out I can make it from Lord Clifden’s, in heels, through cobbled streets back home in 12 minutes flat. No mean feat but Lineker and Co are waiting patiently.

What have you been up to this week?

Music Monday: D is for Duran Duran

As, my first favourite band, Duran Duran were life changing so they will always hold the most special place in my musical heart. I would never (I imagine) have come to Birmingham, never mind lived in the city three times if it wasn’t for their introduction.

To pick five from the ‘Fab Five’ (as coined by Rolling Stone magazine) is very hard so I have chosen the five that I would like to see them perform. Others like New Religion, Hold Back the Rain, The Chauffeur, Wild Boys, Union of the Snake, Is There Something I Should Know – oh so many more could easily have made the grade and on another day, they probably will.

Planet Earth – their first single and the track that got me into music in a serious way; as in life changing way.
The Reflex – Re-mixed by the magnificent music God that is Nile Rodgers and so began their beautiful friendship
Sound of Thunder – the first song they wrote together in 1980
Hungry Like The Wolf – trademark ridiculous lyrics that I love them for, outstanding tune
Careless Memories – passed me by at the time but it’s the one I love hearing live

Do you have a different choice?

Duran Duran

Adventures in Birmingham: August 2nd

Two weeks of too much going on meant too much going out means getting back into writing and reading mode. I haven’t got back into my book a week habit (that’s reading, not writing one) since before the world cup.
So having said all that about Birmingham being so fantastic there is rarely a need to London, this weekend a few of us are going to see Hair, the musical in London.

I say Hair was the first production I was in whilst at primary school but in a few ways, this is not strictly true; firstly, my debut production was the nativity, 3 months into my school career and I was picked, not auditioned, to play Mary, largely a non-speaking role. I’m sure there may have been another nativity or two before Hair. Now that I come to think of it, I don’t remember a production, just rehearsing so maybe it was just part of dance class or the like? My memory is only of waving scarves and swirling around the floor to the tune of ‘this is the dawning of the age of Aquarius, the age of Aquariuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuus’. That’s all I remember, or I could have imagined it all. All I knew at the time was that I was singing about a star sign, growing up as the youngest of 4 sisters and just one brother, I knew about star signs at an absurdly early age.

So, having spent the weekend easily – well not easily, it was bloody hard, I just mean in the end I topped the target of 1000 words on my book – I start as I mean to go on by picking up a new book to read.
I generally don’t like chick lit (maybe pick up one a year) but this seems good so far, The Truth About Melody Brown by Lisa Jewell.
Best of all my Radio 2 boys are back after a holiday, Mark Radcliffe & Stuart Maconie 8-10pm, sadly now only on Monday to Wednesday having been replaced with live music on Thursdays. When I say ‘live’ I mean recorded at some point in the past. If you’re going to replace the best thing on radio, now that Wossy has gone (Ken Bruce & popmaster a close 2nd) replace it with something better. Nope, that’s not possible; there is nothing better than these two.

These are my reading hours even though I get mightily distracted, not always by the music but by their muso chatter in between perfectly chosen records from now, from the past and most importantly from the future. If I am out, as much as I say I’ll pop in for a quick drink after work (strictly speaking it’s not my ‘after-work’, just everyone else’s’), it inevitably gets to at least 9 before I think of trying to make an exit, even though I rarely drink. (allergy reasons)

Cocktails in an island

Back to Birmingham, this leads to Tuesday, the only night I’ve committed to be Out with the Girls and my third attempt to get to the Island Bar. Living in St Pauls, going to the other side of the city is like going to the dark side. For a start it’s a good 25 minute walk but I make it and a lovely time is had by all, with the first time I looked at my watch being 9.28. Bang on cue then.
It’s nice in there although it took me 10 minutes to ask for my mineral water as the solo barman was busy making something green with herbs. I should have asked for some pink colouring just to make it as fancy as the others.

I was meant to pop in for a drink before we went to see Cherry Ghost at the Alex the other week, but somehow it never happened. They offer cocktails at £3.50 all night on a Monday, I guess we’ll be doing that next month, when I may gear myself up for a drop of the hard stuff. It’s a recently developed alcohol allergy although I’m not a big drinker anyway.

Coffee & Live Music

On Friday, seemingly the coffee shop to the stars had some welcome live music from Pandemonium Peoples Front Skiffle Experience; ‘bringing back skiffle to its coffee bar roots’. They can only be described as skiffle meets folk and runs over the punk on the way. As everyone knows, I’m in there most afternoons to write and although Friday is a day off, I felt it a good enough reason to be at Urban. I’ve loved live music in coffee shops in the evenings since my early days of travelling solo to New York. If one is not a drinker this a fabulous way to enjoy life music and on a Friday, a great end to the working week/start to the weekend. If not every week it will be great to have this at least once a month.

It’s a little loud for a coffee shop ambience as we had to SHOUT TO BE HEARD but otherwise, fantastic.

Flower children

Four of us meet at Snow Hill on Saturday morning to catch a train to London. Why Snow Hill and not the brilliantly fast Virgin train from New St? Because Chiltern trains are running an offer, buy 2 tickets, get four so against my better judgement, I’m persuaded by my three companions that it will be fun if we’re all together.

As it turns out, that was the only negative as apparently there was some maintenance work going but the horrendous delays were not mentioned either when purchasing, on the boards or at any time during the very long journey. Nor that we had to change in deepest darkest West London (barely) and jump on a tube. In total we spent over six hours travelling, more time that we went in London. I think I’ve convinced the others to stick with Virgin and book weeks in advance to get the deal in future.

The ‘day’ in London however was perfection; brunch, coffee, show, coffee & cake before heading back. A great last free Saturday for me before Match of the Day returns. Next weekend, I’m staying in Birmingham, probably.

Adventures in Birmingham – introduction

Possibly the first in a series to remind us of what makes Birmingham a great place to be.

Before I begin, if you are new to me, my blog or to planet earth, this is what I’m about.
Originally from Bedford (c45 miles north of London, don’t mention Luton) I moved to Birmingham a year ago but it’s my 3rd stint of living here. This time, I came via a period in New York, my 2nd home of 2 decades standing where I attended writing school (no, I know, you wouldn’t think it). This time round the US immigrations department have taken it upon themselves to believe that I worked there illegally but of course I didn’t. (I think that’s the reason but I’ve never had anything in writing, they don’t have to give me that, it is America). Still I’m locked out of the USA until they change their mind.

Why would I work if I didn’t have to? In any case I was far too busy going to see Martha Stewart’s TV recording in the morning, bumping into Kevin Bacon in the afternoon, waiting in line at Staples whilst they printed 200 ‘no parking – filming’ signs for the latest Angelina Jolie movie being shot, deliberately walking past the school around the corner every day where John McEnroe sent his kids, just in case and manoeuvring around the red carpeted streets where there was a new SJP film premiere. Not all in one day but that’s how it is and I’m far too exhausted to work after all that.

In any case, 4 years as a freelance consultant (really, it’s not that interesting to talk about here) working 18 hour days, pretty much 7 days a week just to keep going, I had a stash of cash, the UK was going to the dogs (#skyfail, #BTfail) and I left.

I’ve been writing for 2 years now (yes I know, you wouldn’t know it) and whilst I was in New York, started a blog where amongst other things, I posted a weekly journal for my friends back home.
I thought it would be fun to do that now, albeit a lot shorter as I do work, blog, write articles for other websites and oh, I’m in the middle of writing my first memoir-based book.

If writing this helps (local) people realise why when I come back from NYC, I feel Birmingham is the place to live and not a little place called London village.

All roads lead to cake.

First adventures in Birmingham post follows

A Week of Jazz

When I say out loud that the Birmingham Jazz Festival website doesn’t have listings, I was told that I won’t need to find listings, every venue in Birmingham will be involved.

It appears to be true as I hear two or three different sets of trombones, trumpets and French horns on my way back home through Broad Street on the first night.

Next day, my friends come up for the weekend and we find no jazz at 24 Carrots, where they often have music anyway.

We find none advertised in any of the venues at St Paul’s Square and we see nothing from there into the city centre and back.

We go out thinking if nothing else, the Yardbird Jazz Club will definitely have some. I say the JAZZ club will have some. No, nothing jazzy there and no music on either before or after dinner.
We go to New Orleans, nothing there on Saturday night either.

We visit one more canal side pub (remains un named as it’s awful, on a Saturday night anyway) but they advertise jazz the following weekend.

We go home.

New Orleans Jump Band

Sunday I plan. I’m determined to see a blooming trombone and a straw hat before I send my friends home this afternoon.

We start at Urban Coffee Co for post pancake coffee and newspapers and I run across (OK, skip with excitement) to Hotel Du Vin to get visual and vocal confirmation. Yes we have jazz.

Bingo. This planning malarkey works. Well it always has done so I don’t know why I listen to non-planning advice.

Now this is more like it. Trombones, straw hats, pastel pinstripe suits topped of with waiter service. A perfect Sunday lunchtime with the bonus of a generous portion of sublime fries served in a way only somewhere as delightful as HDV can; in gold goblets with linen napkins. Life shouldn’t really be this good.

So now the Jazz Festival has kicked off I want more and I’m in the mood for a Sunday roast whereas the rest of the party are content with pancakes and fries. The only way to have what we all want; a drink, a snack and a full roast is to go to a pub.

Digby Fairweather Big Four

Brasshouse has music at 3pm which it is by the time we’ve waited the 40 minutes to have microwaved/boiled/killed vegetables with some beef. It does the job though (although there is no danger of my ever returning) and by now we are getting blasé about eating accompanied by trombones.

So with my previous excitement now a jazz addiction, I set about planning the week.
Wednesday is not strictly Jazz Festival but they do have live music at the Ikon Café with a gypsy jazz guitarist so it does count. Although they may think I was stalking them given that I’m there for the rather excellent new exhibit opening the previous evening.

Michael Sutton & Mike Conliffe

Friday, my favourite writing/coffee haunt has excellent live music from not one but two musicians. Another wonderful I-wish-we-have-this-every-week moment culminating in the fact they play Moon River as their last track. Two or three years earlier, I asked for this track whilst hearing a band play but the word came back ‘no’, they don’t know it. This kind of makes up for it. A wonderful end to the week/start to the weekend.

Saturday, I go with trepidation to The Lord Clifden, a pub, barely in the Jewellery Quarter but with a good musical reputation. The bands’ description sounded to me like a house band on one of my little discoveries in New York, Café Wha in that they’ll play a tight set and be multi-talented.

Federation Of The Disco Pimp

We immediately feel comfortable; it’s already almost full at 8.30, the band are sound checking, it’s a mixed crowd from the student type, to us, to the old time 1970s funksters with a lot of head nodding, toe tapping and hip shaking going on.

Although I don’t see inside the place – we are in the vast beer garden – I can see there’s a mirror ball inside which to me can only be a good thing. The BBQ is in full swing and a huge variety of specialist beers are set up at the external bar. Which brings me to the only negative of the week; I have absolutely no idea when it’s relatively sparse at the bar and two people serving, why four people (men) manage to get served in front of me. This extreme lack of customer service would normally be a walk out situation for me but we have come to check this place out and see this specific band so I’m extra tolerant. (NB I will go back but won’t return for a third time if this happens again – drives me crazy as a customer, particularly at over £5 a pint – not mine mind)

In the audience I see, Status Quo, assorted hair-extensioned WAGS and Nelson Mandela. OK two of them are look-a-likes but cause great amusement amongst us.

Greg Abate

Finally, a return to Hotel Du Vin where this time I arrange to leave Urban Coffee Co extra early to ensure comfortable seats. Same fries, same mineral water, different friends, equally as fantastic music and all round wonderful Sunday.

By careful planning, I have seen a different act at each venue, however by chance, each artist has performed a unique type of jazz tinged with blues, funk, soul or just swing. This has been a fantastic Jazz & Blues Festival that’s given a relative newcomer to Birmingham an opportunity to try out some new places and listen to my happy music, you know, the type that is guaranteed to put a smile on your face.

Staying in for two weeks now, except maybe a quick look into Lord Clifden again.

50 things that make me smile in Birmingham

In no particular order, just how they spilled out from my thoughts…

The building of the new library
Town Hall – From Robert Plant to the BBC Big Band
Symphony Hall – Chandeliers, acoustics and an organ
Alpha Tower (or is that just me? – my favourite building)
Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery – because it’s majestic on the outside, magnificent on the inside and it’s all free.
Theatre Land – to be able to just walk to the theatre, no subway for us.
The Jewellery Quarter
Custard Factory – if the name isn’t enough there’s the vintage fairs
St Pauls Square – 1 min from Colmore Business District and all is quiet
24 Carrots – an excellent reason to go to the JQT, if you needed one
Urban Coffee Co – the best in Birmingham (although I have said that many times)
Kiss Me Cupcakes – ditto
The canal –a scenic walk to somewhere fabulous
NIA – knowing people from all over the world come to perform there
Birmingham Airport – oceans ahead (pun intended) from the big London airports
The Evening Mail sellers in their kiosks “Maaaeeeil”
Cadburys (thanks to @blondepinky3)
That I can walk everywhere
That Digbeth is now apparently called the Irish Quarter
The new National Express coach station – like they said, just like a (tiny) airport and it was opened by Fabio Capello.
That Helena Bonham Carter pops into Urban Coffee Co for breakfast
The Jazz (and blues) Festival
The arts festival
The film festival
The book festival
Gay Pride & the gay village
St Patricks Day parade – I was at the New York version when I learnt Birmingham’s huge Irish community make this the 3rd largest in the world, after NYC and Dublin
Selfridges, House of Fraser and Harvey Nicks – strategically placed 10 minutes from each other. House of Fraser will forever be known as my 7 floors of heaven.
The old school musical heritage (Ozzy Osborne, Roy Wood, ELO, Robert Plant, Slade)
The new school musical heritage (Duran Duran, UB40, Ocean Colour Scene, The Editors)
The comic heritage (Lenny Henry, Frank Skinner)
The acting heritage (Julie Walters, Martin Shaw)
The multitude of live music venues, huge and tiny including Yardbird Jazz Club,  The Jam House and of course the O2 right in the city centre
The ICC – because it houses so much, it brings revenue & jobs and at night at any case, it’s stunning (not so much in the day but I’m being positive)
The student population – or to be honest, the fact they are being educated at any number of our fine educational establishments
3 Michelin star restaurants, the now famous Lasan and the huge variety of gorgeous restaurants. Birmingham will never go hungry
The Balti Triangle
Bull Ring – not The Bull Ring
The Electric – the oldest working cinema in the country and one of four in the central area
The Broad Street ‘Walk of Stars’
JR Tolkien
St Pauls Gallery with the album covers exhibition that quite frankly, I want to move into.
Brindleyplace – it’s just one word you know
Jekyll & Hyde (via @blondepinky3)
The Actress & Bishop (via @blondepinky3)
The Lord Clifden – music, BBQs, glitter balls and Banksy. We are truly spoilt.
Birmingham Cathedral
@likemind – my favourite start to any day, never mind a Friday
The thing I love most about Birmingham – the warmth of the people. It’s not just me; all the outsiders say the same thing.
One more ???
Give me a minute, I’ll think of lots more as soon as I hit ‘publish’.

The Day I met Dara O’Briain

I have no idea; no idea why I didn’t think to get a group of people together to see the funniest man on TV, especially with three nights in the centre of Birmingham as part of his tour.

I’d read the book, Tickling the English, a few months ago and simply loved it. Not just the clever repartee and jokes but the history lesson delivered from what Dara learnt about the country whilst on tour. Fancy that I thought, it takes an Irishman to come over to England to teach us our own history.

I loved it so much that despite my new policy to borrow books rather than buying, having given all but a few special ones to charity whilst packing for the New York adventure in 2008, I felt I wanted to buy this. I resolved to put it on my birthday list for this year, along with the two others that have fell into this category in the last two years; Edward Rutherfurd’s ‘New York’ – possibly the best and longest novel I have ever read – and John McEnroe’s ‘Serious’. The latter I thought I had bought – having given it to my boyfriend for Valentines but he turned out to be an ex-boyfriend so that has to be bought. Again.

I read a tweet from Dara announcing a book signing in Birmingham on Wednesday. Unfortunately it was a day when I was out of town training and scheduled for 1pm so no chance of me getting back in time. Thereafter, a chain of events took place in the next 36 hours that changed everything.

On Monday afternoon, I find out that the trainer I had booked to deliver the health & safety course for my delegates (long story) was not qualified as his license had run out. After much thought, I realised the only way forward is to postpone that to a later date and bring my Wednesday training forward to Tuesday.

In the meantime, I had learnt that Dara’s book signing was at 5pm, not 1pm. Ordinarily, I still would not have made it back into the city in time but despite me stretching the last days training to a day and a half (a day was pushing it quite frankly) I could make it back for that!

Excited didn’t even cover it. I have never been to a book signing before – never had the inclination – but somehow this series of events made me feel that this was meant to be and I was meant to go.

So I arrive at 5pm and grateful to see a line outside, join the queue, before realising that wasn’t the end, that was several metres away so Dara in fact had a very respectable queue waiting in what now what had developed into rain. With no idea of book signing protocol I immediately strike up a conversation with the last lady in the queue and between her and the Waterston’s queue monitor, I realised I needed to go in and buy a book first. Luckily for me the lovely lady fan agreed to save my place. Inside I realised the book was in a 3 for 2 offer and I wished I’d researched and arrived earlier as there could have been books I would have liked to buy in paperback without too much guilt of space being taken up.

I couldn’t see any on first glance and re-joined the queue with my single purchase and by this time, there were two chatty chaps behind us and the four of us never stopped talking until we made it to the front, some 35 minutes later. It’s amazing how much you have in common just because you like the one person or that particular book.

I wish I’d at least got their names and although the lady waited whilst I’d got the autograph before leaving and I did the same, we well went our four separate ways and I’m left wondering if our paths will ever cross so gloriously again.

Dara? Yes he was as pleasant, charming and witty as you see him on TV or no doubt on stage. I explained he was my first and that I had to enquire after the protocol. Protocol? He said. Yes, I thought the books would be on the desk and I’d get it signed and then pay for it.

A quick witty repartee and my passing shot of ‘have a good show’ and that was that, the guy behind me was having not one but 2 autographs and a photo and my time had finished.

In the excitement I had forgotten the most important comment, to tell the author to his face that I loved the book so much that I wanted to own my own copy.

Never mind.

Me and one of the chaps behind me decided that my new policy should be to only buy the book if it’s autographed. So I really should have bought that autographed copy of ‘New York’ when I saw it in that lovely Montreal book shop at Christmas. And made more of an effort to bump into McEnroe seeing as I was living in his neighbourhood and not just kept it as my daily ‘step out the door, will today be the day?’ fantasy.

What did Dara write? “Lovely to be your first”

New York v Birmingham

I have been back from New York for almost a year and having resigned myself to the fact that I’m going to be in England for at least another year, or two or three, I’m semi-settled in my favourite English city, Birmingham.
As with many places I go, I have compared the neighbourhoods of Birmingham with those in New York. This is what I have come up with:

Chinatown                                                                Chinatown
Chinatown is almost identical everywhere you go in the world, although in Birmingham, blink and you’ll miss it and in New York it’s impossible to miss it if you are downtown. You cannot get passed it either. Not in a hurry in any case.

Colmore Business District                            Wall Street
Business is business but Wall Street is noticeably faster paced and the crowd starts earlier. I do enjoy being around at 8am when the people on ‘London time’ have already being working for a few hours and the rest are just starting to arrive, coffee and pastry in hand. Although Wall Street is steeped in history in that America was pretty much built from this point, Colmore has class, heritage and charm. And less sky scrapers.

St Paul’s                                                                       Morningside
Morningside Park runs just to the East of Columbia, has a big church close by, is eerily quiet with a few bars, restaurants and one or two coffee shops. St Paul’s is the closest match I can make with a pleasingly lovely, undiscovered part of New York

Jewellery Quarter                                              Diamond District
Just stating the obvious although residentially, JQT is more like East Village.

Balti Triangle                                                        Hells Kitchen
Hells Kitchen is in the region around 8th and 9th Avenues between 34th and 57th St and I’ve fallen in love with this area in recent years. It’s another obvious comparison as this area has ‘Restaurant Row’ in it. Hells Kitchen is now known as Clinton but locals in HK aren’t really up for that and are keeping the name that reminds them of the violence and riots that rocked this working class neighbourhood in the distant and recent pasts. The difference is that it has every type of restaurant you can think off. Especially popular with in the know theatre-goers from the bordering district.

Birmingham Cathedral (St Phillips)                St Patrick’s Cathedral
Birmingham’s predominant holy building is set on parkland, actually gravestones and enduringly filled with Goths, or whatever they call themselves these days and St Patrick’s is on 5th Avenue, in one the busiest noisiest, tourist filled areas of NYC outside Times Square.

Brindley Place                                                   Tribeca
Like Brindley Place, TriBeCa (Triangle below Canal St) has also been restyled in recent years from a ghost town to lofts, offices, hotels, restaurants, coffee shops and higher prices and it’s near the water, Hudson River. Sounds familiar?
Tribeca is in fact one of the oldest parts of New York with cobbled streets still intact, as my many visits to the cobblers of New York will testify.

Edgbaston                                                           Upper East Side
Old money                                                              Old Money

Soho                                                                     Harlem
Soho Birmingham style is unfortunately minus the sultry jazz and blues clubs and of course the Harlem Apollo but also minus the price rising tag ‘up and coming area’. It does have some of the West Indian culture though so close enough but doesn’t make me want to live there, whereas West Harlem is certainly do-able.

Theatreland                                                   Times Square
Although Theatreland also doubles with Chelsea for a true gay comparison.

International Convention Centre         Jacob Javitz Centre
Birmingham’s premier conference centre overlooking the canal.
New York’s premier conference centre overlooks Hudson River towards the Jersey skyline.
OK, New York wins that one.

Moseley                                                             Brooklyn
This is not New York, New York but that’s the thing about Moseley, you can see it from the big city and its only 5 minutes away but it’s a whole different vibe. It’s kind of friendlier and it’s where people go and live if they want more time to be creative and more room to spread out in, particularly as their families grow. However, it still has a sprinkling of students and singles along with a definite creative energy.

I can almost compare Moseley with Upper West with its artistic residency but it can fit in one side street of this, my favourite NYC neighbourhood situated to the west of the top half of Central Park.

Lacking

Although Birmingham has many parks on the outskirts, it is sadly lacking in the uniqueness that is Central Park, proving that man can indeed make land beautiful, if we try just that little bit harder. Not only has New York succeeded in building some precious green land 50 blocks long, it is well used and collectively loved. This vast parkland is for sure one my favourite parts of New York whether it’s for a quick stroll on a white Christmas morning, to see live entertainment on a humid mid-summers day or just using it as scenic west to east walkway as an excuse for retail therapy at the Bath & Body Works on the east side of the city.
Also, I’m unable to do direct comparisons with my two favourite neighbourhoods Columbia and the Upper West Side where I lived. If I could, no doubt I wouldn’t miss New York as much.

And thankfully there’s only one Broad Street.

Finally we cannot compare the NEC to the sacred ground that is Madison Square Gardens. ‘You’re not a New Yorker until you’ve been to the Garden’.

It all goes on in M&S Journal–Friday 11th December

Part One
I popped into M&S food hall today and before I could put anything in my basket I’m stopped in the first aisle by a sweet old man.
It took a few attempts until I guessed right – he’s asking for a personal shopper to collect his shopping as he’s no spring chicken. Fittingly (ha-ha) we were in the meats aisle, not my forte or I would have offered to take on the role myself.
I duly went to customer services and a very nice manager type blonde told me she’d send someone round. Immediately, she asked two of her staff to swap jobs so the more junior of the duo could undertake said shopping.
I let the gentleman know and pointed at the helpful lady from where he stood aided by his walking stick, as if to prove that I did do as I was told.
As I went up and down the aisles, I kept checking to see if anyone was helping him feeling increasingly guilty as he waited. And waited.
On the way back, I deliberately walked past where I left him and I saw him talking to another unsuspecting shopper. I was about to go and see if he was alright and then saw a young work experience type walking towards his with steak and kidney pie (or something). He was being helped. What lovely service, that will be me in 30 years.
Part Two
Later, having battled with the addictive but destructive (that’s if you buy three or more items) self-service tills, I’m double charged for an item. Upon going back to customer services to obtain the refund (yes, have done this before) I’m told by the ultra-friendly assistant I would never make an M&S Saturday girl as I can’t handle a till without putting an item through twice! Apparently the self service tills are there to test me.
Still reeling from the shock and after explaining that a food tester for M&S was always a dream job for me, I find the person standing next to me is the aforementioned shopper, getting priority check out service. I now realise why I didn’t understand him; he’s Irish and a ladies man at that.

Why do they call Birmingham the Second City?

Well, yes because it is the UK’s second city after London but nobody wants to come second.

All that effort, all that work, all that planning and you come second.

It’s about time we took a more positive slant on what Birmingham has to offer as psychologically coming second may as well be 102nd. Just ask Liverpool FC or any number of football teams who all at some time will have come second. As former manager Bill Shankley said, “If you are first you are first. If you are second you are nothing.”

John Regis lost by a metre to Frankie Fredericks in the 200m final at the World Championships in 1993. He set a British record, beating the eminent runner Carl Lewis and got a silver medal but that wasn’t enough. “Second is first loser. You always want to win and you train to win. No-one trains to come second’.

So yes Birmingham is on the podium but not at the top. The world is not looking at who’s second and third, just who’s wearing the gleaming gold medal. I was in New York for six months last year and upon hearing my English accent, not one person asked where in England are you from? Instead what they asked was ‘how does this compare to London?’ or ‘when are you going back to London?’

I had friends from Milton Keynes, a town that calls itself a city, visit for the first time and I was determined to show them that Birmingham is a fantastic (real) city full of culture, history, some great architecture, a commercial buzz, entrepreneurship and fabulous, friendly people.

I took them to the farmers market at the Jewellery Quarter, through St Pauls Square and the commercial district towards the shopping areas rounded off by Selfridges in Bull Ring to step out from under the rain. We then enjoyed a drink or two in welcoming bars before ending the day at the German market which was extremely busy even in the drizzle.

On another day we would have experienced the quaintness of Moseley or Harborne and the immensity of the Birmingham Museum and Gallery and any number of places of historic interest, not to mention a fantastic array of restaurants encompassing every cuisine imaginable or an excursion on the canal rounded off by a visit to the theatre or Symphony Hall.

The spiritual home of the motor car, the area gave birth to the Mini but has also spawned some uber-successful people including Lenny Henry, Julie Walters, Frank Skinner, Jasper Carrot, JR Tolkien, Cat Deeley, Nigel Mansell, and Bill Oddie. Also a whole host of musicians; Duran Duran, UB40, ELO, Judas Priest, Ozzy Osborne/Black Sabbath, Noddy Holder/Slade, Traffic and Ocean Colour Scene not to mention some of the country’s foremost industrialists and entrepreneurs; James Watts, Thomas Telford, Mathew Boulton and James Brindley before we even get to Cadbury’s chocolate.

Journalists, PR and marketing people, all this is something to be proud and that’s me talking as a non-Brummie who chooses to live here. All we need is to brand it with a different name. What happened to the heart of England?

Coffee Hell – Diary October 19th 2009

Oh Lord! Out of all the coffee shops within 15 minutes walk, why can’t I find one in Birmingham that has both good coffee and service?

In New York, I am spoilt for choice within 10 minutes, I only go the 15 minutes for daily exercise.

On Sunday, I have bad service and below average coffee at Café Bebo, my regular second choice; I see a member of staff say goodbye to an exiting patron I wonder why I don’t ever get that recognition as a regular. On leaving, I catch the eye of one of the girls so I smile a goodbye and she decides to sweep her eyeballs to the floor instead! How rude!

I most certainly don’t feel like going back there today, even though I have now earned a free coffee on the loyalty card so I come to Brindley Place’s Costa, which by rights should be my regular coffee place due to the perfect 10 minute walk but the coffee is the worst. It loses points for lack of loyalty card scheme too.

The service and therefore ambience, however is good.

Until today.

Today I walk in and accidently leave the door open, thinking I’d pulled it hard enough for it to close after me. The barista, or the guy or makes coffee, nearly knocks me down as he leaps past me to close it. He comes back past me as I apologetically explain but this falls on deaf ears. I figure he doesn’t speak English.

The other coffee maker then returns to the till. I guess she’s ready to take my order although she hasn’t asked for it yet. The non-speaking male then proceeds to make my drink. Oh, I note he understands what I’m saying now, must have had a temporary hearing loss.

I unload at a table whilst I wait for the drink and notice a stray mobile. There’s only one other person being served and it doesn’t look like it’s hers so I point it out to a third member of staff. She takes it and proceeds to ask the staff if one of them has left their phone out. I would have thought the chances of a customer leaving it behind were higher but what do I know.

She thanks me profusely for my kindness and cheery attitude on handing it on. Did she heck. Not a word uttered to me.

Number one, how can this all happen in three minutes and two, why me? What have I done wrong except frequent this bad coffee, non-loyalty card place one too many times. I wish I hadn’t ordered the large cup now.

I’m either going to have to move or Urban Coffee are going to have to come nearer to me. That’s the only place I feel like a customer and not a nuisance. And the coffee is the best in the city.