John,
Moseley, a word to savour, a fleeting taste of a land ''beyond B H" where there were trees but the dogs were so well bred they popped into the loo before being taken for a walk.
A lot of the people up there in Moseley didn't breathe air like us (no fog) they respired until they expired. None of the shops accepted cash, they didn't have a strap or the slate, their ''patronage'' had monthly accounts that were hand delivered with appropriate bows and scrapes, just like the butcher delivered them half a pound of sausages and a quarter of ham.
Ask denise, she used to
live there - just think, what a privilege we enjoy, somebody from Moseley deigns to post on the same forum as us, denizens of that dangerous and forsaken place 10 stops down the Moseley Road.....