Every so often I travel into town for lunch with my old friend, Terry. I say 'lunch' advisedly as inevitably we see out the afternoon in one of Birmingham's choicest watering holes.
Our favourites are the inestimable Wellington, the doyen of fine real ales, closely followed by the Post Office Vaults. As its name suggests, the Vaults were owned formerly by the Royal Mail. It's now home to one of the biggest selections of foreign bottled beers in the Midlands.
And so it is to the Vaults we go, in search of good beer and fine fellowship. Hic!!
