Weekend in Wolves

I was in Wolverhampton in the Wild West Midlands last weekend, meeting up with a bunch of old pals from college. After a suggestion in June, we finally got organised enough to meet up in November. Only one last minute no-show.

It was great catching up again with folk that I've not seen for a long time. We've all got a bit older, some of us may have got a bit wiser, but mostly not. Some have less hair than they used to, some have more (but in different places). Some have changed gender.

As always we pushed the boat out a bit, then depth charged, torpedoed and sunk it to the bottom of the sea!

Have been feeling the after effects for a couple of days now - unfortunately attendance at work is compulsory - unlike lectures, so recovery time is a lot longer than it used to be. Age doesn't help either. cha0tic is still not right

3 of us stayed in a small hotel on Goldthorn Hill. Quite a nice little place, and only 30 quid a night (plus a fiver for breakfast).

Friday night was a tour of old old haunts (i.e. pubs), taking in a folk duo, and some Pizza on the way round.

Saturday - Kippers for breakfast, and a second kip, then a stroll into town. Wandered around the town centre to see what's changed and what's not. Most of it surprisingly familiar, but smartened up a lot more, with only a few new buildings.

Resisted the "old haunts" until about 3pm, then started on the beer again. Met up with most of the crowd in the second pub. Then a cracking curry, involving wine and champagne, ending up in the last pub that we'd been to the night before, where we met up with some more faces that we hadn't expected to see.

Somehow the last 4 survivors ended up in the Club Night at the Civic rehydrating themselves on coca-cola and water. Lost one of the party (called him the next day to find that he was indeed OK and hadn't gone the way of Elvis and his last burger).

3 of us caught the kind of Taxi that you can only get in the West Midlands back to the hotel - i.e. one where the face at the wheel doesn't match the one displayed on the licence in the cab, and who doesn't have a clue where anywhere is. He overshot the road that leads to the hotel and had to double back.

Full English Breakfast next morning, plus tea and toast before heading home.

Photos below - some may even be in focus.