[Update: Thanks to Michael being unable to not make a fuss, we might be have hired the large rear bar area now. Or we might not. This is why I didn't want to make a fuss.]
On September 19th, barring any unforseen busses, I will have managed to stay alive for 40 years (aka 14,600 days, 350,400 hours or 1,261,440,000 seconds). A few days later my good friend Michael Grimes will also reach the same point in his existence. Neither of us want to make a fuss so we’ve hatched a plan.
We’re going to the pub on Friday 21st September and are inviting you to join us.
The pub in question is The British Oak in Stirchley. We’re probably not going to formally reserve a room, for that would constitute “a fuss” which we’re trying to avoid making, but will merely occupy the lounge on the right hand side from 7.30-ish.
Here’s the pub on a map:
Here’s an annotated photograph of the front of the pub:
Here’s a sketch of the rooms of the pub with the room we’re planning to occupy marked in red:
So if you come in the main entrance and find yourself in the main bar area you don’t have to turn around like some kind of “oh, I don’t like the look of this place” person. Just keep walking through all the rooms.
On a personal note, gifts are really not necessary and I’ve never understood the point of cards. If you really want to buy me something I have an Amazon wishlist. The greatest gift is knowing I have friends who care and will forgive me my idiocies. And I mean that, no matter how wanky it sounds.