A new post from 'The Cod's Head'.

Anybody been to Birmingham lately? Trolled up the M5 to see an old mate of mine who I have been promising to visit for twenty odd years. Had a great time and a good chin-wag, but I have never seen so many traffic lights all in one city before. The town planners and highways department must have had bets on how many they could fit in. I love the M5 don't you? But why so many huge, pink, inflatable persons strapped to car roof racks? What's going on here?







Nice to get back for a pint in the 'Cod's Head' though. Brian the landlord was on good form and was enthusiastic about recording another "guest" post for the blog. What a truly nice and genuine person he is! He refused to have a jukebox, karaoke or fruit machine imposed on him by the brewery so he may not last long. Enjoy these words of wisdom from out favourite landlord while you have the chance. (The Leg will not be held responsible for views and opinions expressed by guest contributors.)

"Lovely! - - just look at that pint, perfect! Now where was I? Oh yes, the Pope! I tell you what it is my friends, I make no judgments on how people live and what they do in their own homes, as long as they keep it to themselves and it doesn't harm anybody else. Queers and druggies and socialists should be free to hold to their beliefs and lifestyle. I fought tooth and nail to try and stop the smoking ban and I don't even smoke! I believe people should be free to kill themselves if they want right! I don't see anybody wanting to ban horse riding, rugby or skiing do you? No! bunch of bleeding hypocrites! - - "



"Turn left and straight through squire."



"The Pope right? I don't care what kind of beliefs people hold or what kind of religion they are addicted too, but what I can't stomach are the pushers, right? - dealers in belief and superstition who try to get nice ordinary people hooked on the stuff, and the Pope is right there at the top. Your Pope is your main man for dealing. Am I right? Priests and imams, rabbis and so on, always prey on the weak and vulnerable, promising them this, that and the other, and eternal life would-you-believe? There you are right? lying in a hospital bed, weak, in pain, frightened etc, and along comes this smiling little round chaplain peddling his cure all."



"Course, you have to be polite don't you? I thanked him for calling and told him I wasn't really a believer, but he turns round and says he would pray for me anyway. What a blooming cheek, so I turns round and tells him not to bother and that I don't think much of his blinking god anyway."



"No darling, we don't do sandwiches or anything like that - pickled eggs, crisps, Cheezy Snax or pork scratchings - no? alright love."



"What I say is this - if people want to be poofters, drink alco-pops, or worship invisible, all-powerful beings, it's up to them right? but I got no time for the ones who make a living out of other peoples weakness - right? You won't find any alco-pops in this pub. Never mind all the trouble they cause and millions of deaths and all, it’s the blooming con of it that gets me! Pray for me? blooming cheek!"



"I don't see a red carpet welcoming some drug baron from Mexico do you?"

Let's Hope Brian will manage to hold the brewery at bay.

Pip, pip,

The Leg