Birmingham sends out a Christmas round robin

 Dear Manchester, Hope this yuletide missive finds you and the family well. It’s been another eventful year here in the ‘Big Heart of England’. I can’t quite believe that it was this time last year that our Christmas Market was again the largest outside Germany but now here we are again. This year we got a new library - it really went well, everybody liked it, and the train station is growing up fast. It’s not got any bigger or smarter but it certainly has learnt how to dress. That’s the way of the modern World—I suppose we all just have to live with it! It’s a surprise that we’ve been able to write this at all, you wouldn’t call us ‘au fait’ with technology but we do try. This year we’ve had terrible trouble with the computer and the people at PC World do not seem to be able to help—they charged us a fortune last year and seem to have done exactly the same thing again. We can’t tell the kids as we’d lose face, so we have to keep going back. Do you have those wheelie bins near you? We’re just not sure what to make of them, they’re so big and ugly. Mind you bet we’ll be glad of them this Christmas, Albert is planning on making what he calls ‘austerity punch’ in ours. In November Cousin Tahir Ali developed (ha!) an interest in photography, he was certainly snap happy, capturing over two hundred people a day. I don’t think he’s quite got the hang of his business model, as he’s been trying to get £60 a time. Not everyone’s buying. Over the summer, had a little bit of minor surgery in ‘The Tunnels’, which put me off moving anywhere too far from the facilities for about six weeks. It’s all okay now though, and everything is moving through swifty—apart from the occasional ‘blockage’!  Little Small Heath got the lead in the school play, a rather odd version of Pulp Fiction set in the 1920s. I couldn’t understand a word of the dialogue, but it seems to have gone down well—Drama Teacher Mr Hall says they're to do it again next year. We were so proud last week when Michael went to London - he looked all grown up in his robes and I know him and Digby are looking forward to socialising on the London scene. Hope we find time to meet up in 2014. Yours Birmingham PS. Hope young Salford is doing well!

Council House
Victoria Sq
Birmingham

Dear Manchester,

Hope this yuletide missive finds you and the family well. It’s been another eventful year here in the ‘Big Heart of England’. I can’t quite believe that it was this time last year that our Christmas Market was again the largest outside Germany but now here we are again.

This year we got a new library – it really went well, everybody liked it, and the train station is growing up fast. It’s not got any bigger or smarter but it certainly has learnt how to dress. That’s the way of the modern World—I suppose we all just have to live with it!

It’s a surprise that we’ve been able to write this at all, you wouldn’t call us ‘au fait’ with technology but we do try. This year we’ve had terrible trouble with the computer and the people at PC World do not seem to be able to help—they charged us a fortune last year and seem to have done exactly the same thing again. We can’t tell the kids as we’d lose face, so we have to keep going back.

Do you have those wheelie bins near you? We’re just not sure what to make of them, they’re so big and ugly. Mind you bet we’ll be glad of them this Christmas, Albert is planning on making what he calls ‘austerity punch’ in ours.

In November Cousin Tahir Ali developed (ha!) an interest in photography, he was certainly snap happy, capturing over two hundred people a day. I don’t think he’s quite got the hang of his business model, as he’s been trying to get £60 a time. Not everyone’s buying.

Over the summer, had a little bit of minor surgery in ‘The Tunnels’, which put me off moving anywhere too far from the facilities for about six weeks. It’s all okay now though, and everything is moving through swifty—apart from the occasional ‘blockage’!

Little Small Heath got the lead in the school play, a rather odd version of Pulp Fiction set in the 1920s. I couldn’t understand a word of the dialogue, but it seems to have gone down well—Drama Teacher Mr Hall says they’re to do it again next year.

We were so proud last week when Michael went to London – he looked all grown up in his robes and I know him and Digby are looking forward to socialising on the London scene.

Hope we find time to meet up in 2014.

Yours

Birmingham

PS. Hope young Salford is doing well!

By Howard Wilkinson

Director of Satire, Paradise Circus.

Howard adds stability at the top, taking a strategic overview of operations whilst also stepping in from time to time in a caretaker author role.

Director of Satire, Paradise Circus.

Howard adds stability at the top, taking a strategic overview of operations whilst also stepping in from time to time in a caretaker author role.

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