It's been a very sunny day today, so I fired up the MG and went for a couple of spins with the top down. I also wore a flat tweed cap and a yellow scarf, together with a blue windcheater, and decided I could pass for Mike Hawthorn. Sad to hear Stirling Moss took a tumble down his lift shaft last week. He is 80, and rides around London on a Scooter in order to mend the washing machines in any of the many flats he rents out. Not that he needs to. His flat in Shepherd Market, Mayfair, is worth a cool £10 million. My dad lived around the corner from him in years gone by, but that is another story. Shepherd Market used to be a fabulous little village in the middle of hotel land. All sorts of exotic people came and went. I used to get my hair cut at Trumpers in Curzon Street, the same place Terry Wogan sends his hair to.
Sorry about the lack of blogging, but the weather has been so nice and I really did not want to think about anything at all. Later on tonight, I shall post a big story which will reveal the truth about how Iain Dale is really a lizard and a Bilderburger. (Or is that a Cheeseburger?)