Thistle Birmingham City Centre, The Royal Angus
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Our stay in the United Kingdom this time is only about five days. We had travelled fairly extensively throughout the British Isles on our last trip and we always had planned to head South. The few days here were really only for getting over jet lag and for playing golf. Having done that, we hit the road to head to Birmingham and our flights to Spain.
Along the way we stopped at a charming English town ...
... across the arena where the birds of prey show is held. They are getting ready for the show so we decide to sit and watch......WOW The birds were absolutely amazing, flying centimetres above our heads and huuuuge!! That ended our day at the castle however we decide to have a look around Warwick as the old buildings are beautiful. Stopped at a tiny Tea shop for a cuppa and scone with clotted cream sitting beside a suit of armour, perfect finish to the ...
... worked on cruise ships as a croupier. I'm guessing all bets were off, as I realised I didn't have any luggage to check in, and really was just standing in the queue for the fun of it.
Maybe the guy at the check-in desk was trying to make me feel better or something when he insisted I checked my trolley bag into the hold. He claimed I wasn't allowed both a trolley bag and a shoulder bag as carry on luggage. I just think he was letting me save face. He didn't charge ...
... the other show (Sam Smith) in the building that was jam packed with teenage girls.
stay #3. why would I come back you ask? a five day gap & a last minute housesit popping up that fit in quite nicely. out from the center a bit so it wasn't that bad. until I got the bright idea of going back in on a Saturday to buy some stockings, a Christmas sandwich and oranges. the literal throngs of people I had to fight thru. UGGGG.
... and provie amusement for others, but such self-indulgence, the assumption that anyone actually cares, is alien to me. However, I've decided to follow in Kerouac's footsteps; “I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”
A good night. Misguided. Messy. And obviously not sensible. Despite such misgivings, I find myself yearning for more. The sense of immortality, immorality, that derives from such nights provide a thrill. It has to; why else ...