The picnic hamper

looked very similar to this. I taught myself to drive in one of these when I was 14: mam took us to run a pleasure gardens in the Isle of Man – there was a white Mini van with a strawberry painted on either side of it that went with the place. We used to use it as a go kart in the afternoons while the adults were napping between shifts. The pleasure gardens was famous for its ‘local strawberries’ which actually came over on the boat from Liverpool twice a week. I learned a little bit there about how Capitalism works too.

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3 Responses to The picnic hamper

  1. I used to have an old Austin Mini back in Blighty, LOVED that car. I was even in a club and we used to go off on convoys driving up to Crich and the like. Once the second Weimaraner came along it was getting a wee bit cramped and I had to bid a sad farewell to my beloved car. Happy memories though :O)

  2. Stephen Foster says:

    All drivers have vehicles they’ve love don’t they, it must be the most attached we get to inanimate objects. I imagine basic Freudian-womb psychology gives the explanation, either that or the even more primitive appeal of chrome bumpers, centre consoles, and go-faster stripes…

  3. Mark Eltringham says:

    The tram museum?

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