I was working in an upstairs nightclub in Milton Keynes on the Great Storm night.
I couldn't hear the wind for the music, but I looked out of the window and the top of the street lights were moving a full metre side to side like puppies tails
and I wondered what the hell was happening.
The Winter of '63 - with snow, even in the Midlands, up to the window ledges, with my dad optimistically pushing his bike up the drive,
hoping to get to work.....
In the summer of 64 he arrived with a brand new white Ford Corsair. It looked like something from a film to me. Stunning.