tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611055706073214403.post590304937977011972..comments2024-03-27T18:21:45.182+00:00Comments on Unmitigated England: Time LapsePeter Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00027878122724846472noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611055706073214403.post-30582702267383578832014-06-30T13:34:36.453+01:002014-06-30T13:34:36.453+01:00This is a marvellous post. Another thing in the po...This is a marvellous post. Another thing in the postcard image is that Mini Van in the shade of green that's just west of mustard – very much of its time.Philip Wilkinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04893714514416441572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611055706073214403.post-43790882756024149542014-06-25T17:04:24.976+01:002014-06-25T17:04:24.976+01:00Sue: It's starting to become an obsession, thi...Sue: It's starting to become an obsession, this menu. It was very colourful and so evocative of the time.<br /><br />Jon: There was something very familiar about those Antique Roadshow fashion drawings, particularly the one with lettering in the background. Then I remembered. Shirley Thompson, the illustrator, was Len Deighton's first wife. I was amazed it wasn't picked up on.Peter Ashleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00027878122724846472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611055706073214403.post-61380249349716121482014-06-25T15:22:11.266+01:002014-06-25T15:22:11.266+01:00We hardly ever went to restaurants when I was lad....We hardly ever went to restaurants when I was lad. My dad would take me to the Motor Show at Earls Court though and we'd go to The Golden Egg afterwards where egg and bacon would be served (to my mind exotically) in a steel dish. I bet the menu at the Quality Inn had those wonderful pen and ink wash drawings so beloved of agencies at the time…a few fashion ads of that genre with the JWT house stamp appeared on last week's Antiques Roadshow incidentally. Your excitement at the discovery of this card is palpable Mr A. and quite understandably so.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15918212314208581742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611055706073214403.post-57717715294286545652014-06-25T13:41:21.237+01:002014-06-25T13:41:21.237+01:00This feels like the start of a novel to me. I also...This feels like the start of a novel to me. I also have memories of being allowed to "go up to London" when very young as my father was working at the MOD, I suppose in Whitehall. We'd go to Trafalgar square and be photographed with the pigeons. And then, we'd go and eat somewhere near Piccadilly Circus - steak and chips, I expect. I wonder if that was the Quality Inn. I'd love to see the menu if you get hold of one - this would have been a couple years later. Sue Imgrundhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16561248973128136601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611055706073214403.post-46002354077088181962014-06-25T11:27:20.844+01:002014-06-25T11:27:20.844+01:00Thank you everyone. Of course this whole episode h...Thank you everyone. Of course this whole episode has got me going somewhat. The menu in the Quality Inn had a lovely period illustration front and back. It also featured Piccadilly Circus, but this time the artist chose to put the 1942 film 'The Man Who Came To Dinner' with Monty Woolley on the front of the London Pavilion. I know all this because I was given a copy of the menu by a waitress (yes, that was all starting too). Trouble is I lost it, and I now continually check ebay for one. It was predominately yellow and gloss varnished.Peter Ashleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00027878122724846472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611055706073214403.post-43815231182580406852014-06-25T10:54:40.591+01:002014-06-25T10:54:40.591+01:00That's just a great post Peter, and very spook...That's just a great post Peter, and very spooky as Dame Edna would have it.<br />Isn't it remarkable how indelible one's memory is. The most unremarkable events or objects can trigger off those thoughts as clear as if they were yesterday. The naughtiness of the 'X' certificate, the proper bonnet and radiator of an RT London bus, the sheer glamour of London. I had a boss who was a printer and he never had a van…always delivered print in his Jag, the poor old thing grinding along with its snout in the air and the tyres rubbing on the wheel arches. Humber Hawks and Snipes…didn't cars have such attractive names back in the day…and trucks - The Leyland Octopus and Hippo! Imagine a Toyota Albatross? Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15918212314208581742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611055706073214403.post-83134892860672255522014-06-24T09:38:17.588+01:002014-06-24T09:38:17.588+01:00Yes Mike, I had the Dinky Toy Humber Hawk but I ca...Yes Mike, I had the Dinky Toy Humber Hawk but I can't remember which colourway. The other variant was in green and black I think. Or was that an Easter egg.Peter Ashleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00027878122724846472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611055706073214403.post-30774227206335469552014-06-24T09:06:58.360+01:002014-06-24T09:06:58.360+01:00Great post! It's obviously a sign of some sor...Great post! It's obviously a sign of some sort... And a Humber Hawk - I used to have the Dinky version, in cream and red.Mike@Bit About Britainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08741370413282813229noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611055706073214403.post-67294409491636469152014-06-23T21:38:28.525+01:002014-06-23T21:38:28.525+01:00Ooh, that's weird. It would give me goosebump...Ooh, that's weird. It would give me goosebumps!Helenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01553503435833467369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611055706073214403.post-28009547527054671402014-06-23T21:10:37.639+01:002014-06-23T21:10:37.639+01:00Love it.Love it.Ron Combohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05270358674385406494noreply@blogger.com