Retro

At a certain age, mine quite possibly, you feel a certain kind on uncertainty about and mild dislike for things that are a bit too ... modern. Somehow they're not quite right, whatever that means, but you mostly get on and use them, even enjoy them just the same. But then you may also reflect on what appeared to be simpler times and so that gradual descent into some jaded form of aged chaos begins and very slowly picks up speed. Except it's not actual speed, more just drifting idly in some vague direction.

Then along comes stuff like Retroshite and old, battered, but still strangely attractive cars are offered up in a cheap and unglamorous raffle and worse still you can remember thinking how these cars were once familiar sights on the road and, even worse, desirable. The shabby MGB above being a good example, albeit it's not in a great colour (British Racing Green is the best). So what's an old bloke supposed to do?

I might just go for that harmless looking Alfa Romeo 146. I know I've no real chance of success, which is probably a good thing.