Really badly worded but made me smile.
60 years ago she travelled alone to Manchester via Liverpool, aged17, and moved south to the Peace Memorial Hospital in Watford in 1962. I was living in Harrow at the time with three other reprobates and was persuaded one evening to drive my BMW over to Watford to meet a group of nurses they’d met at a dance earlier in the week plus “a blind one”. The autistic streak (or more likely plain naïvety) must have kicked in because my imagination began working overtime as I tried to comprehend how said nurse could possibly carry out nursing duties.
We duly met after the others had pointed the blind nurse towards a red BMW Isetta. I think she was a bit taken aback to discover that her blind date had nothing more impressive than a three wheeled two seater bubble car, was wearing a suit which was shiny not from the mohair content of the material but from several years wear and tear and also had a gap between two of his front teeth - not the middle two either.
My mates, slightly upmarket in their mini, were already ensconced in the Cricketers in Sarratt. I think the evening went fairly well. At least the blind nurse was able to see beyond the superficial shortcomings.
Knew I should have kept it @perfidious_albion. Mrs M’s mother reckoned it would blow over if a lorry passed at speed in the opposite direction!
I traded it in in ‘66 for a white Mini which my boss at the time (after I’d bought it) told me was a potential death trap because of a faulty steering rack. We were due to set off on a grand tour of South Wales, Devon & Cornwall a few days later and that wonderful guy - what a boss - worked on the car over the following weekend and all was well with the world.
And with the World Cup as well.
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Micra is a toyboy!
Didn't see that one coming.
What's your point? ?
@micra prefers experienced ladies?
Really badly worded but made me smile.
60 years ago she travelled alone to Manchester via Liverpool, aged17, and moved south to the Peace Memorial Hospital in Watford in 1962. I was living in Harrow at the time with three other reprobates and was persuaded one evening to drive my BMW over to Watford to meet a group of nurses they’d met at a dance earlier in the week plus “a blind one”. The autistic streak (or more likely plain naïvety) must have kicked in because my imagination began working overtime as I tried to comprehend how said nurse could possibly carry out nursing duties.
We duly met after the others had pointed the blind nurse towards a red BMW Isetta. I think she was a bit taken aback to discover that her blind date had nothing more impressive than a three wheeled two seater bubble car, was wearing a suit which was shiny not from the mohair content of the material but from several years wear and tear and also had a gap between two of his front teeth - not the middle two either.
My mates, slightly upmarket in their mini, were already ensconced in the Cricketers in Sarratt. I think the evening went fairly well. At least the blind nurse was able to see beyond the superficial shortcomings.
Isettas go for £15-£20k now Micra!
Can we have an @Micra's Memories thread please?
Knew I should have kept it @perfidious_albion. Mrs M’s mother reckoned it would blow over if a lorry passed at speed in the opposite direction!
I traded it in in ‘66 for a white Mini which my boss at the time (after I’d bought it) told me was a potential death trap because of a faulty steering rack. We were due to set off on a grand tour of South Wales, Devon & Cornwall a few days later and that wonderful guy - what a boss - worked on the car over the following weekend and all was well with the world.
And with the World Cup as well.