My mum worked at the Cadbury factory. One perk of the job was an onsite shop where you could buy the chocolate that hadn’t come out quite right, and occasionally she’d arrive home with a heavenly bag of wonky Creme Eggs.
Brummies have adopted the sense that we live in a shit-hole, but in terms of green space, culture and community, it’s unrivalled. It’s a calm and happy place; my heart rate drops when I get off the train from London. I say, kind of with tongue in cheek, but not that far in my cheek, that it’s the best city in the world.
