"Down Memory Street" drabbles by Neville Hunt

Down Memory Street (revisited)

Down Memory Street #2

Today while driving through town, stuck in traffic, a couple just walked in front of our car, oblivious to whether or not we were moving, so it seemed. Simultaneously, we both recalled when, chronicled earlier in ‘Down Memory Street’, we sat in my MGB Roadster being towed along London’s Oxford Street by a friend. Back then, like lemmings, jaywalkers rushed across the street one after the other, all tripping over the towrope between us and our rescuer.

What if, we thought, our friend’s car had suddenly moved off and we’d crushed those lemmings. Who’s fault? Well I’d blame the lemmings!

Down Memory Street

Down Memory Street #1

Back then, ordinary folk could drive along London’s Oxford Street. But it was busy, with traffic and shoppers.

The MGB roadster, my pride and joy, had stopped running and a friend was kindly towing us back to our north London flat. The shortest route took in Oxford Street.

Stopped temporarily for a pedestrian crossing outside Selfridges, the slapstick began. Lemmings, deciding not to go the extra few yards to the crossing itself, started racing across the road in front of the MGB. As their leader toppled over the tow rope, oblivious followers followed.

I resented the nasty looks I received.