My favourite car in Norwich, and possibly the world, is a Ford Capri driven by an elderly lady in a blue rinse/possible wig type affair. It’s not the sort of car one associates with that age group; my guess would be that it’s been in DOR15es ownership since it was a new Ford Capri, twenty-five years or more. Anyway, today Doris pulled out rather wildly in front of me and I followed her down the road beyond my intended turning point because I thought to myself, what my blog readers would love would be a picture of this car (it is white with a black roof) and its occupant along with its excellent personalised plate (and I mean this too: every other personalised plate in history is money wasted on cack but this one is great). Doris was finally forced to slow down and come to a halt by a red light beside the railway station. I then utilised a device that I never, ever use by leaning out of my car window and papping her with the camera on my mobile phone. There is something up with it, and no amount of fiddling will make it go back to normal.
Pop Art Doris in Capri, via Motorola