Arnold Mason
master brummie
The Grand Hotel nearly killed my father. We lived in Quinton and he worked in Aston. So every morning he would get off the No. 9 bus at Chamberlain square and walk down Colmore Row to Steelhouse Lane past the Grand. One morning a piece of stone fell off the roof of Grand and landed just in front of him. It would have caused him a lot of damage if it had hit him!
Regards from Redruth
Arnold
Regards from Redruth
Arnold