Fab and groovy, man.

As my only regular and avid reader, you will recall that some months ago I had a 1975 flashback when the morning conspired in an improbable manner to send coincidence after coincidence my way from flared jeans to afghan coats and T Rex on the radio. There was more, but you'll have to search the archive for it if you're that interested.

Well today, just for a moment, I thought the world was going to throw me a 1964 flashback.

Firstly there was Gerry and the Pacemakers on the radio this morning (nothing too unusual about that) and then, alighting at Victoria, I walk out, light up a ciggie (just a ciggie) and look up. Standing there looking as though they'd just walked off a Mary Quant advert from 1964 are two girls identically dressed in black and white panel mini-dresses complete with matching plastic caps. Think Twiggy and you'll know what I mean.

Of course, a shudder ran down my spine. Other than nicotine and caffeine I have eschewed all chemical stimulants this weekend so I suspect that they really were there.

There has been no further incident of time leakage in the area, so I suspect we are safe. Having said that, I notice that Barratts' shoe shop on Victoria Street are stocking Chelsea boots for the Winter.

So who knows?

Fab and groovy, man.

As my only regular and avid reader, you will recall that some months ago I had a 1975 flashback when the morning conspired in an improbable manner to send coincidence after coincidence my way from flared jeans to afghan coats and T Rex on the radio. There was more, but you'll have to search the archive for it if you're that interested.

Well today, just for a moment, I thought the world was going to throw me a 1964 flashback.

Firstly there was Gerry and the Pacemakers on the radio this morning (nothing too unusual about that) and then, alighting at Victoria, I walk out, light up a ciggie (just a ciggie) and look up. Standing there looking as though they'd just walked off a Mary Quant advert from 1964 are two girls identically dressed in black and white panel mini-dresses complete with matching plastic caps. Think Twiggy and you'll know what I mean.

Of course, a shudder ran down my spine. Other than nicotine and caffeine I have eschewed all chemical stimulants this weekend so I suspect that they really were there.

There has been no further incident of time leakage in the area, so I suspect we are safe. Having said that, I notice that Barratts' shoe shop on Victoria Street are stocking Chelsea boots for the Winter.

So who knows?