I spent the day their last week while my car was in. The Bullring is pretty impressive for a few hours. You've got the cinema and I'm sure you could find a pub to watch the tennis in.
A bit of advice – if some nice person stops you in the street and asks if you're stressed just run. I agreed (of course I was, the Coop was the reason I was in Birmingham!) and before I knew it I was taken up into some posh office and asked to take a seat. I'd been left alone for a second and it was then that it dawned on me what I'd let myself in for.
In between the rows and rows of smart looking books was a large picture of John Travolta. These people didn't look like they were running the JT fan club and I remembered reading something about him and his fellow mentalist in crime - Tom Cruise. These were people who follow and teach Scientology and I had just been taken aboard their mothership (kind of)
What happened next? I'm afraid I can only go by what I remember. They got me to hold some metal rods in each hand and began to ask me questions about myself and my family. The meter on the device attached to the rods jumped about very randomly. The girl probing me wasn’t impressed with the results, so to lighten the mood I started enquiring about their funding and how they made a living from this. This was not appreciated (geez it wasn’t like I was being insubordinate) and I was told that I could go.
I left swiftly and then for the next hour wandered around with a headache and a funny pain in my knee – I’m pretty sure these weren’t related to the probing electrical current passed through me
Anyway, sorry to have gone on a bit. Don’t worry about hanging out in Birmingham. Your Coupe will be in safe hands (Paul was a legend) and hey, that’s all that matters!