Geeklawyer is off to Wolverhampton this weekend. He tires of the dreary suburban south. He longs for an exotic far away location with dusky maidens; the fragrance of palm trees lit by the glow of a radiant golden sunset; for the merry laughter of children playing freely; echoing halls of lavish art in marbled galleries.
OK, in truth he’s going for a piss up at the LUG Radio show where he will man a stall for a campaign group, totally geek out and get seriously drunk. It’s also a good excuse for a long ride on the Terrible and Inexorable Wrath of God.
If you spot him say hello - just don’t forget to tell him how great he is. And how much better the blog is now 
BTW, following a conversation with young Alex at Freeth Cartwright Geeklawyer is unsure what the currency is in Wolverhampton/Midlands? And whether which inoculations might be needed. And are there any local customs he needs to be aware of? Geeklawyer would hate to bring patronising Western assumptions with him. If any readers have visited this part of the world advice any tips would be most gratefully received.
My commiserations (on Wolverhampton, not the radio show). If you’re hospitalised (through attack or nervous shock) I’ll be sure to send grapes.
That’s terrifically sweet - thank you. As you can imagine, I am nervous - I won’t pretend to be brave, despite being a hard dangerous man, some things are just too fearful.
White grapes, BTW. Or mead, which would be even better.
fyi - currency = John Players Specials.
My boyfriend, who has left the Wolverhampton of his birth for my infinitely more civilised homeland of Glasgow, says no - Silk Cut.
Hmmm, well there seems to be some genuine uncertainty. I think the safest thing to do is to carry John Player Specials *and* Silk Cut and something shiny: beads or a mirror perhaps.
And I will take bibles too, since I think they must also need God and the gift of Western guilt and self loathing.
By the way, readers, Last Years Girl is a great blog, look past all the MySpace pinkiness, take a visit! If Rab C Nesbitt’s wife Mary had blogged this would be it. Brilliant. Just brilliant.