Oh do I remember that little lady. Pity we can't get the andy carrier now, much better that plastic.
How about the hot baked spuds in a paper bag you sprinkled salt in.
Part of the old market had its roof off during the war, and you had to go up the steps to it.
Loved going into town on a Saturday, we could walk it from St Martins Flats. Had my cockles with salt and vinegar and walked around with my nan and grandad.
There was the old lady who sold flowers as well, her daughters carried on doing this for year.
Not the same now. Before I retired last year, during my lunch, I walked down there and bought myself some cockles, and walked around, but the atmosphere has gone. Nothing to do with getting older, the characters aren't there any more.
I think the Bull Ring that was built during the 60's with all those underpasses was the demise of the area, and as for now saying Bullring, and not the Bull Ring is dreadful. Only thing I like is the Bull outside the shopping centre, and the walk up towards the Church which suddenly appears.
I don't go to town much now, don't really like it much now. There aren't many real brummies there anymore.
Chris