If you're ever in Gloucester
…firstly, don't be drunk. You'll think you're just dreaming it.
Secondly, totally have lunch at the Varsity Bar, particularly the Dirty Dog's Dinner. (NB WoSblog has not received any form of payment or other inducement for this recommendation.)
Gloucester is extraordinary. It's like a sort of microcosm of Birmingham, except where in Birmingham no two adjacent buildings were constructed in the same decade, in Gloucester it's the same century.
Ramshackle classic-Tudor chip shops sit cheek-by-jowl with 60s office blocks, Edwardian town halls, Victorian warehouses and public amenities, and modern shopping malls. In residential areas architectural styles change four times in the space of ten houses.
I'm kicking myself for not taking my camera, not just for missing all that but because it means you'll never believe me about the bunny roundabout. Taking a wrong turn on the way home, WoSblog went up an unfamiliar road, and arrived at a roundabout with big wicker rabbits on it.
Missing our exit and going round again, we noticed that the wicker bunnies were also surrounded with real ones – dozens of 'em, cute as buttons, and showing no signs of fearing the traffic at the busy interchange in the slightest.
Also, for pudding, definitely, definitely have the Warm Cookie Cups.