taff1954

As a teenage apprentice in the mid 70's, I decided at some stage to participate in one of the now famous CND marches in London. At the same time, I was more than a little infatuated with an attractive lass who rode alongside of me on my ride to polytech each day - on her shocking pink Vespa, with boots, gloves, helmet and catsuit to match. I didn't go along to this march because I wanted to end nuclear weapons; I went because Diane asked me to go with her, and to share her hotel room. We split when ...