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At the bottom of the spiral ramp there is the (still) St Martin's book-gift shop with a meeting room above (where such as CND - YCND meetings were routinely held). Directly across that street, alongside the so-called Rag Market, was a tall neo Gothical tavern. I think that is the one a correspondent refers to. It was from the mid 1800s and, I think, three storeys (excluding attic). Wood floor, open hearth(s). Numbskull demolished.
The Chinese job was 'neath the absurd multi storey car park (where Prince Charles sat and did a water colour of the prospect therefrom towards the desultory Rotunda - his father opened the Bull Ring Shopping Centre as a put-up job from an insurance company - big sign above Habitat shop [as enter from ramp junction New and Corporation Streets]) - and yes, it was indicted for the rat and cat business.
Alongside was a nifty China shop. Then a Polish delicatessen, old established in the new format, beneath that absurd high rise alongside the old Moor Street station shunting yard [huge] (recall The Beehive?).
Opposite that deli were three or four octagonal glass sided kiosks.
The one directly opposite (first as you emerged from the subway, south to by The Slow Boat) was where Ikon Art Gallery started.
Does the present monolithical spread has framed photos of the progression from there to alongside the Alexander Theatre? Might just prove some sort of inspiration.
All those pubs, including such as The Gilded Cage and the one alongside under the ramp, by the lavatories, to New Street railway station and the shopping centre, were ersatz and, like so many, an exercise in the evisceration of the cultural heritage of the working people.
What about the Birmingham and Midland Institute and former Central Library. Also the original Birmingham University medical school at Chamberlain Square? That is, in a certain sense, just for starters.
This point out is by no means a sour indignation, all done bitter.
The nostalgia is ex post facto. The programme of wholesale decimation obtained under the noses of denizens without opposition.
While Snow Hill railway station might have been enough to make one vomit from the acrid fumes dense hung in maritime condensation
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