The girl sitting next to me at dinner looked about nineteen, and a complete throwback to 1967. She was very slender and wore a turquoise and white mini-dress in a geometric print. Most time-specific of all, she wore knee-length white boots which, if they aren’t made of PVC (does anything get made of PVC now?) certainly looked like it. They had chunky high heels. She had nicely bleached blonde hair and a heavy fringe, and was very pretty.
In the course of conversation, she mentioned her daughters, aged fifteen and eleven. I tried to mentally double her age, but she still didn’t look it. Her husband looked almost as young, certainly less than thirty.
It’s a post-Christmas dinner rather than one that pre-empts the December rush. The Sage and I were talking to one chap about his 1962 Wolseley. “Not exactly old” he said. “Classic, rather” agreed the Sage. I shall adopt the term. I’m not middle-aged, I’m classic.
You are slowly shaking your head, aren’t you?
You wait until we get old Rover out next summer in time for his birthday. He’s Vintage.
I couldn’t possibly comment.
I am sure tha you have classical lines. That your upholstery is well sprung and while not fast, you are dependable. As to things being made out of pvc,there is a very nice shop in Old Compton St that have a rather large range…….
Indeed Classic. Much admired, turns heads when she passes, radiates “class” and is worth the upkeep for the prilege of being seen with her!
Oh, Z! You’ve opened a Pandora’s Box here…..
…and my typing is, apparently, not up to word “privilege”.
I agree with dave.
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Sure you don’t mean rubber, Martin?
Steg, I love you. Dave and Ad, please take notes.
“Vintage”, I like it. I think I’ll adopt it. Perhaps, “A rather fine vintage” :o)
I went to a lunch yesterday where we celebrated the 90th birthday of a friend. She, of course, is Veteran – and a fine example!