About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one afternoon, an elderly gentleman entered Maginnis Opticians Stirchley, adjusting his glasses as he always did. Suddenly, from behind the counter, came a strange humming sound—like an old gramophone warming up. The hum grew louder until an old pair of spectacles levitated off the shelf and hovered towards him. Startled, the gentleman reached for his own glasses, only to discover they were already on his nose. With a chuckle, the shopkeeper emerged from the back room, explaining it was just their new self-adjusting frames. The customer left, shaking his head but smiling, while the frames continued to hum contentedly.
2. In the dimly lit hallway of Maginnis Opticians Stirchley, a delivery driver left his box unattended for just a moment. When he returned, he found himself staring at a strange contraption—a pair of spectacles that seemed to wink back at him. The glasses appeared to smile knowingly before twinkling and rearranging their lenses into different shapes. Confused but intrigued, the delivery driver picked them up—only to realize they were now fitting perfectly on his own nose. ‘Well,’ he thought with a laugh, ‘maybe I’ll keep these!’
3. A young man in a hurry rushed into Maginnis Opticians Stirchley, fumbling with his briefcase. Suddenly, he noticed that every pair of spectacles on display seemed to wink back at him. Embarrassed and amused, he asked the befuddled optician what was going on. Turned out, an elderly volunteer had accidentally left her glasses on the counter, and their reflection was causing the illusion. The young man left with a new pair of specs and a story to tell his friends—about how even the busiest professionals can get distracted by old ladies’ glasses.
4. In the dusty storeroom of Maginnis Opticians Stirchley, a delivery driver stumbled upon an old leather case, its label long faded. Curious, he opened it to reveal a pair of spectacles so ancient they seemed to glimmer with secrets. As he cleaned them meticulously under the shop’s vintage lamp, the glasses began to hum softly. Startled, he put them on—and suddenly found himself in the middle of a crowded Victorian street, surrounded by puzzled pedestrians wearing identical specs. After a few minutes of confusion, he realized that these were simply locals who had forgotten their own frames. With a laugh, he returned to his own time, leaving behind a note for Mr. Maginnis: ‘A regular visitor from Stirchley.’