So there I was, strolling the streets of Lewes on my lunch break. At the bottom of the hill a real old Chitty Chitty Bang Bang type racing car was parked, and receiving quite a bit of attention. As I reached the traffic lights at the top of the hill I heard a roaring and spluttering behind me as the car – complete with driver in full regalia of goggles, the lot – drew up at a red. I paused a moment, and then fumbled in my bag for my Holga. Trouble is, I have one of those stupid big girl bag affairs, that even a Holga can get lost in. Just as I found it and drew it out, the lights changed, and the car farted off down the High Street.
Sod it.