My 86 year old mother was a clippie during WW2 on the inner circle in Brum. She started work in 1940 aged 14 at the BSA alongside her mum, but soon after several members of her family, including her mum, contracted and died of TB and she was told that she would have to leave the factory and work outside as it would be healthier for her and they couldn’t risk the BSA workers going down with TB. She lived at 75 Willes Road, Winson Green from 1934 until 1952 and was based at Handsworth garage. She has many memories of her time there; she tells me that the buses were stationed at outlying places during the war because several buses and bus depots were damaged in the bombing and the buses had to keep running. Very early one morning, she went to the garage and was driven to Handsworth Park where her bus was waiting. It was very foggy and pitch dark due to the blackout. She said she couldn’t see a hand in front of her face when she heard someone say “where’s that bleedin clippie?” she called back “I’m over here, but I can’t see anything” the bus driver said he would whistle and she should follow the sound, when she found him he said “how old are you? They’ve sent me a bleedin babby!” She remembers when the sirens sounded, the buses had to stop and everyone had to get off and go to the nearest shelter until the all clear sounded, sometimes they could only go so far because of the blocked streets and then the bus would have to turn around or try to find another way to get to its terminus. She also remembers one driver who, she says, would stop at every pub on the route in the evening, supposedly to spend a penny, but he would have half a pint and carry on driving to the next pub where he would have another half and so on, she says it’s a wonder they ever got home in one piece. She also remembers one night when their bus was on its last journey of the night when the driver stopped at a chip shop, by a bus stop, so she could get them fish and chips. Whilst she was in the queue someone got on the bus and rang the bell and the driver drove away leaving her there without her bus. She had to walk along the route, eating her fish and chips, until he realised she was no longer on the bus and turned around to pick her up. She regrets having to leave the BSA she preferred working in the factory where she was making Bren guns (the middle section, if I remember right) when she left.