Spent 14 years in Moseley, Edgbaston, and the Barnt Green. Made many friends before moving away to pastures new. I can still remember the stink of the smogs, the stink of urine in the inner city underpasses, the sound of Harold Wilson's pause while he lit his pipe in the Rag Market hall. I remember Barbarellas, the Opposite Lock, etc. The pub bombings in 1974, evenings spent in the Covered Wagon, Moseley rugby ground at the Reddings, No 49 bus, No 1 bus, Cannon Hill Arts Centre. I loved it.