When I was 10 I came out the house and people were screaming. Went to have a look and there was a women's head in the gutter, What had happened was she was on the back of motorbike and her scarf got caught in the back wheel and decapitated her.
Mom heard the screaming grab me, sent me back in doors and got a towel to put over the poor lady's head.
My Brother was lucky he met his mates at the Tavern in the Town on the night of the Pub bombings , but they decided to go to another pub.
they had to walk home to West Brom after because there were no taxis or busses. Because we knew he was going there, we thought the worse.