Been posted here about six months now. During that time I've had my brand new scooter nicked, witnessed several race riots in the town centre and my local jewellers in the High St suffered an armed robbery last week. One evening a taxi driver started a dialogue and kept banging on about how there were more canals here than Venice and more trees than Paris. Twat. I'll wager that he's been to neither place and it took all my willpower to not tell him that I thought there were more morons and racists here than in those respective towns put together (mind you, Paris could give Birmingham a run for it's money). I also love it when the locals start honking on about the friendliness of 'Brummies'. Quite how they should be any more friendly than, say, Geordies for example is beyond me. Still, these knobheads need something to pin their identity on so why not pretend they're all friendly and cuddly. Really? Can I have my fucking scooter back then? Oh no, it's a melted blob in the Council Pound isn't it? Apart from the fact that the city is an absolute eyesore and is a pain in the arse to drive around, life's a peach. Birmingham - what a toilet.