Transcript
I was back in the days of the good old beret, black sort of bomber jacket and, well, what we always used to describe the white handbag. You always had to be careful not to try to make yourself look like Frank Spencer from Some Mothers Do ’Ave ’Em. Sadly, I am old enough to remember, certainly later Some Mothers Do ’Ave ’Em. I mean the black jacket, it was okay. It probably wasn’t always the warmest of things. And the white handbag, as I call – as all members of our generation called it, I’m afraid, yeah, I mean it served its purpose, for you to carry a bit of a First Aid kit.
Excerpt courtesy of Nicholas Evanson