Kutti in Southampton, Yes! (And Other Discoveries)

Driver Jatt

Kutti in Southampton, Yes! (And Other Discoveries)

I’m childish. I admit it.

There I was in Southampton, on a job, when I saw the sign. And I giggled. To myself. For a good few minutes. Then I crossed the road, looked back at it, and giggled again. Desi folk will know exactly what I mean. If you’re really intrigued and not easily offended, feel free to search https://www.urbandictionary.com/. I’ll wait.

It is a nice building, though. Stunning inside. A proper bit of architecture that just happens to have a very funny name to anyone who’s picked up certain slang.

From City Streets to a Sea Port

Anyway, after composing myself, next up was a walk into the seaport. I think that’s what it’s called. It’s a bit like a train station but for boats instead. Massive ferries, containers stacked like giant Lego, the whole place humming with that low, industrial vibe. To some folk, the locals, I suppose this is just normal. Maybe a bit ‘meh’. But for us landlocked city folk from Birmingham, it’s a thing of awe. The scale of it makes a busy industrial estate look quaint.

After this, I came across a pub with a plaque on the side: “The Wool House”. I popped in for a coffee. Speaking to the staff as I sipped it, they told me how the building was once used as a prison for French soldiers during the Napoleonic wars. Sure, that’s mentioned on the plaque, but it sounds a hundred times better coming from a local who’s proud of the story. History you can have a pint in.

A Food Review I Shouldn’t Have Said Out Loud

Southampton is a cool place. You can get lovely food locally. I know this because I accidentally offended the owner of a restaurant. The food was genuinely brilliant. Fresh, flavourful, spot on. But my silly mouth, in surprise, uttered the words: “I wasn’t expecting it to be this good.” The décor was… rank. Hence my shock. He laughed, but I saw the twitch in his eye. Note to self: think before you compliment.

On my evening mooch, a solid five-mile wander to shake off the drive, I found more gems. A plaque recognising ‘The Platform’ and mentioning the famous author Jane Austen, who lived here for a time. And there’s a bridge, not far from the centre, where the view from above is properly breathtaking. You can see the water, the ships, the city lights just coming on. It was the perfect end to a day that started with a stupid giggle.

The Courier’s Postscript

All this from a simple delivery job. That’s the part I love. One minute you’re navigating the ring road in Birmingham with a package, the next you’re learning local history in a Southampton pub, offending a chef (unintentionally), and finding vistas that no motorway services could ever offer.

It reinforces the point: when you hire a courier, you’re not just hiring a van. You’re hiring someone’s attention to detail. Someone who finds the right place, appreciates the context, and gets the job done, whether the building has a funny name or not. If you need something taken from the Midlands to the south coast with no fuss and a bit of local curiosity, you know who to call.

Enjoy the pics. They’re better than my verbal restaurant reviews.