Vehicular oasis

I had the pleasure of having to visit Belgrave Square in London last week. If you didn't know, it's located in Westminster and is one of those truly salubrious parts of London which is filled with the kind of huge, pillar-fronted buildings you see in old films. They are impressive stuccoed buildings with big windows, high ceilings and feeling of true grandeur.

It's also where many of the foreign embassies are. Wikipedia describes it thus: Belgrave Square is one the largest and grandest 19th Century squares in London. And it's not just the buildings that exude a sense of wealth and luxury. The whole place is rammed full of Bentley's, Range Rovers, Porsches, Ferraris andAston Martins.

So as I strolled past Gordon Ramsey's Boxwood Cafe and the 5 star Berkeley Knightsbridge hotel towards Belgrave Square, I felt like I was the underclass, entering a world of caviar, fur coats and million pound deals. The array of exquisite cars lining the street only served to heighten my sense of inferiority.

And then my saviour appeared, partly in shadow, beneath an ornate, cast-iron street lamp.  I felt worthy again. I was not inferior. I was an equal to all of those around me in this alien, billion pound (dollar, euro) world. There, nestled between a  Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren Roadster and a Bentley Continental GTC, was an 'M' reg Proton Saga. In red. And rust. Even better, it was parked in a permit holders' space.

Joy filled me heart. This alien turd of vehicles had sneaked into the hallowed land of the international playboy, film star and corporate banker and said "bollocks to the lot of you" I patted it's manky bonnet and continued onwards past a yellow Lamborghini, smiling to myself.


Proton 1 - 0  Financial excess

Blogging eh?

Where do I begin? The fate of so many blogs has been to explode into life in a riot of colour, fanfare and excitement. Only to fade and die after a short while, never to return. YBATYD has so nearly succumbed to this same travesty of online life but always just manages to rise, phoenix-like from the ashes of the Internet.

So here I am. Months after my last post and feeling a tad dismayed at all the wonderful things that have happened which would have been brilliant fodder for you to dine on. Odd things always happen to me and now that I have finally invested in an iPhone, I can truly exploit those magical moments by sharing them with you as they happen.

For example, last week whilst out in town - a town which seems to exist solely for its residents to doss about, drinking, fighting and stealing from each other (maybe some exaggeration there)- I walked past two 'yoofs', clad in obligatory tracksuits and hoodies, walking their ferrets. Yes. Ferrets. Now how much more wonderful and engaging would that story have been if there'd been a photo to accompany it? Exactly dear readers. Exactly.

So now I am iPhone'd up to the hilt I shall never again miss the chance to deliver amusing, witty, erudite and photo-supported postings for your enjoyment.

As long as I don't lose my phone.