Various medical mishaps have been afflicting our Chairman over recent months, so although Hub Marketing progress hasn't stalled entirely, outings have by necessity been fewer and farther between. The good news is that Mr D9's recuperation has been going well hence our bastion to baldness is declared fit and able to join Secretary WME on a tour of North Birmingham...
- A Kenneth Budd Excerpt -
Friday 16th May 2025 dawns bright and clear in the West Midlands, extending the recent spell of warm bright weather into another glorious day. Board members therefore congregate at the Bradley Lane stop in readiness for a Midland Metro tram ride into the heart of Birmingham; one unusual character who immediately makes our acquaintance is a chap D9 often sees at Great Bridge Asda - he calls himself Spiderman and rechristens us as 'Lion' and 'Elephant' although we're not too sure whether that's a comment on the Chairman's wisdom or just an observation on his ability to grow a trunk. Either way, a glance around Old Square gives us scope for pictures of Kenneth Budd's 1967 sculpted mural featuring Doctor Johnson among other personalities. We're off and running once again!
- A Typical Birmingham Landscape? -
If it ain't broke don't fix it is as good a motto for life as any, so we'll adhere to our customary template of pairing a morning ferret with a breakfast-seeking remit. The number 65 bus whisks us up past Dartmouth Circus into Birmingham's Heartlands, whereby the Aston Expressway cuts a great swathe through what would have been dense urban housing with lots of corner boozers. Concrete flyovers with blue and white railings predominate as we investigate the area around Aston Road North, noting the secluded quadrant of Aston Brook Green as a separate mass of properties. The Albion pub is one that is still standing, nowadays calling itself Christopher's with a Caribbean emphasis although it doesn't look very open to us.
- A Rising Cafe Cuppa -
Terraced backstreets like these are where one might hope to find an unspoilt Pepsi greasy spoon that's barely changed since 1970 but our breakfasting establishment is an altogether much more modern affair. The Rising Cafe is part of a charitable concern based within Anchor Point on the fork where Hubert Street meets Chester Street. Online reviews speak highly of the food and service here so we'll give it a whirl, sampling breakfast rolls and a Full English respectively. Ramekin baked beans, plump pork sausages and griddled little cherry tomatoes make for a good feed to keep the Secretary well and truly satisfied. Table 18 has a wooden spoon marker and industrial factory seating - we like it!
- The Aston Inn -
Our afternoon pubcrawling destination has yet to be decided at this stage, what with Coleshill, Northfield and Chelmsley Wood all under consideration. As it turns out we opt for the merits or otherwise of North Birmingham, intercepting the number 65 by the clock at Aston Cross for the short journey towards the railway station. The daily silly songs are declared: Brian Murphy's 'The Great Gnome Robbery' is Mr D9's mad choice for utter 1960s daftness, my riposte being 'Lester the Lobster' by Stevedore Steve. Such enlightening entertainment passes the time en route to the Aston Inn, a former Social Club turned into a hotel with at least fifteen bedrooms. Pictures of Paul McGrath, Ron Saunders and Jack Grealish leave little doubt that we are deep in Aston Villa territory here, the pub already pulling in plenty of matchday punters even though kick-off against Spurs is several hours away yet.
- 'Spotted' near Aston Church -
Despite the inescapable sense of claret and blue allegiances, we enjoy our opening Carlings in the Aston Inn and it's an easy decision to proceed a few paces along Aston Hall Road to reach our second port of call. Nestled tightly beside motorway masonry, the Aston Tavern has been lovingly restored to resemble a classy Victorian premises complete with dimpled leather seating, tasselled curtains and period chandeliers. We have to ring the doorbell to gain access (nominally there's a £5 entry charge on football days to deter would-be troublemakers) but we are allowed inside, leisurely quaffing some Jute IPA as a zingy craft offering from the Salt Brewery. The Chairman likes his tastebuds being assaulted with tart hoppiness a little more than I do, and is therefore in a good mood when his bald spot defences are breached!
- Aston Villa Artwork -
Any hopes of the Holte giving us a trilogy of Aston boozers sadly come to no avail although we can admire the Parish Church as dedicated to St Peter and St Paul; worship has taken place on this site across the millennia with the tower said to date from 1480 and much of the remainder of the building being principally Victorian. Across the road is the iconic Holte End, possibly Villa Park's most partisan section, named after Sir Thomas Holte who paid for the construction of nearby Aston Hall. A nod to the current Villa squads is then provided by an eyecatching mural featuring Ollie Watkins, Rachel Daly and Emi Martinez.
- Grinning in the Greyhound -
Leaving Aston behind, we catch the 67 towards Castle Vale which in turn takes us to Tyburn. The Tyburn House is one of two Sizzlers we'll sample in quick succession (the other being the Yenton at Wylde Green) and has an inviting Tudor-styled brown stone frontage designed by C.E. Bateman in 1930. Beardsmore Bleach and US PGA Golf are the order of the day, Mr D9 resolutely sticking to the Carlings as is his wont, plus there is table reservation confusion to unpick at times. Fast forward next to Court Lane where the Greyhound presents the prospect of a Perry Common pint close to the grounds of Oscott Cemetery. We both rather like this one, a community local with a real sense of humour. The afternoon is going well!
- Hofmeister Helles -
With the sunshine insisting on sticking around for the duration, Boldmere beckons with the promise of further beer. We've mined the main street extensively for pub pickings over the years but hadn't yet frequented either the Lounge or 90 Boldmere, both of which are on the swisher side of the drinking spectrum. Give the Secretary a bear on a glass and he's happy, hence the Hofmeister Helles is an obvious choice for a slice of Bavaria. We're back on the Carling again at No. 90 but that won't detract from a relaxed little visit of sofa reclining proportions - Boldmere would make for a great crawl just on its own these days.
- Mr D9 drives home -
The curfew alarm is preparing its warning so we grudgingly board the number 5 bus to West Bromwich via Kingstanding and the Scott Arms. The ride at least gives the Chairman chance to reclaim his rightful position behind the (imaginary) steering wheel, making good onward time through Pheasey and Queslett. Our speediness is such that a cheeky nightcap becomes a distinct possibility, albeit the choice of the Sandwell in its peak karaoke phase might be one we come to regret - 'Penny Arcade' by Roy Orbison and 'Words' by the Bee Gees have never sounded so awful. We leave the Friday night revellers to their fun and finish off with the tram back from Lodge Road, delighted that the Hub Marketing Board is still ticking off the trips.