Mixed feelings as I begin the process of putting Disgraceland up for sale, marking an end to my diplomatic presence in the troubled North Birmingham region.
The property (the name of which was agreed upon after the originally proposed name* was deemed to be beneath the dignity of the office) served as my official residence during my time as Lord Mayor of Pheasey, as well as my home, which I shared with Jez Alsop, before we consciously uncoupled: indeed, this portrait hung in the reception room, much to the delight of guests and tradespeople alike.
It was not unusual to find one of the Webley family having a robust discussion on the stairs with another member of the Webley family, while cocktails were inexpertly mixed on the lawn by another member of the Webley family.
This was the site where my epic journey down the River Tame was planned, with the resulting photos included in an article in the paper of record, The Great Barr Observer.
But there were bad times too: when I had no Monster Munch at all.
A blue plaque is to be installed as part of a series of commemorative events and guided tours, to include the Craig Pullen Bench (currently the number 1 tourist attraction in Aldridge), the Cat, the Horns, Buff Land Chin Rest, the terminus, and my childhood home.
Many parties and receptions were held, where the great and good, the not so good, the not too great, and the downright terrible mingled with luminaries and notable figures from North Birmingham's music, literary, journalism, mercantile, politics, philanthropy and arts scenes. Indeed, the terms of the Brilliant Thursday Peace Agreement between Pheasey and KS were agreed in its hallowed rooms.
It was not unusual to find one of the Webley family having a robust discussion on the stairs with another member of the Webley family, while cocktails were inexpertly mixed on the lawn by another member of the Webley family.
This was the site where my epic journey down the River Tame was planned, with the resulting photos included in an article in the paper of record, The Great Barr Observer.
There were good times and bad: following a drinks and wine reception, I locked myself out whilst retrieving Monster Munch from my car, and found myself out on the drive in my pants. Climbing over the fence, I ripped my pants off on a nail, before stepping on a slug, in my bare feet.
But there were bad times too: when I had no Monster Munch at all.
A blue plaque is to be installed as part of a series of commemorative events and guided tours, to include the Craig Pullen Bench (currently the number 1 tourist attraction in Aldridge), the Cat, the Horns, Buff Land Chin Rest, the terminus, and my childhood home.
It was a tremendous honour to have served the citizens of Pheasey, and not diminished at all by the unpleasantness that followed.
My work as a peace envoy continues.
*Fuckin'em Palace
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