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Two detective officers were present in the city centre on that fateful night and
               visited the Tavern in the Town, just prior to the bomb being detonated at that
               location. To clarify exactly the course of events which took place on the 21
               November 1974, the author feels it necessary to record here, what both he and his
               colleague, Detective Sergeant Mike Davey, actually experienced during the
               immediate aftermath of the terrorist attacks.

               I suggested to Mike that I could introduce him to Dick Lawn, the licensee at the
               nearby Tavern in the Town licensed premises, and he quickly agreed. After making
               our way, yet again, along New Street, we finally reached the entrance to the
               Tavern, before descending down the stairway, which led to the main underground
               bar. The cold damp air outside was quickly forgotten, as we entered the warmth of
               a room almost full to capacity, with people exchanging conversations, in between
               drinking what beverages littered the tables before them.

               Well, we soon met with further disappointment, when one of the barmen explained
               that the licensee was absent, visiting friends. “We’re not having much luck tonight,”
               Mike quipped, ordering two glasses of lager. We stood for a short time with our
               drinks, leaning against a supporting pole near the centre of the room. I checked my
               watch and could see we still had time to spare, so offered to buy another round.
               Mike declined, explaining that he still had work to complete back at Digbeth Police
               Station.
               Little did either of us know at that time, Mike Davey’s refusal to have another drink,
               probably saved our lives. It was well after 8.0 p.m. when we stepped back out into
               New Street, and slowly made our way in the general direction of Digbeth, passing
               the front of the Mulberry Bush Public House, on our right.

               We continued down through the open market in the Bull Ring, with its many stalls,
               now empty and standing like shadows in the darkness, waiting in silence for the
               eventual riotous industry which would greet the following early morning. We were
               within a couple of hundred yards of the police station, when we suddenly heard the
               all too familiar sound of a bomb exploding.

               We’d had our fair share of various devices going off in the city centre, usually
               targeting the Rotunda, a cylindrical building which overlooked both New Street and
               the Bull Ring Centre. No matter how many attempts there had been on the same
               building, it still stood proud and defiant against the city’s night sky. It was natural for
               us to assume the explosion had come from the same landmark and I remember
               looking up to confirm it was still standing upright in all its glory. In fact, I joked that the
               IRA wouldn’t rest, until they’d managed to demolish Birmingham’s most recent and
               famous tourist attraction.

               Then we heard a second explosion, muffled and distant, but instantly realising it was
               a second bomb. As we were so close to our destination, we ran inside to ask if they
               had any information as to where the explosions had taken place, but what few
               officers we found, were as mystified as we were. Then the radio controller, Billy
               Wilson, told us he’d received a report that one bomb had gone off inside Yates’s
               Wine Lodge in Corporation Street, near to the junction with New Street, and that                   Page253
               there were two people trapped on the roof there.
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