I am often asked – what was it like in those days, to ride on a scooter, with the wind in your hair, swooping round corners?*
And I say – it was great, it was wild, it was cold.
Tell me more – they say.
And I answer -well, if you really want to know, get yourself up to Brent Cross and find the coffee bar of your dreams. Slip onto the seat, order a Horlicks, and away you go.
Is it a Vespa? Is it a Lambretta? Does it matter?
For the full effect you would probably need to take a hair dryer that blows cold as well as hot. Train it gently on your hair and feel Free!
If you have a little music with you, I say, that would be good too. The Beach Boys. Sometimes you had to question their sartorial choices, but they had one of the sounds of the 60s. They got around.
Who knew that Brent Cross could be so … mod? It is of course, Christmas.
*In fact, I have never been asked this, but for the purposes of this post, I am prepared to step inside the minds of those who can only stand, silent. This, I know, is what they want to know.