In 1959 I needed a taxi, but there were new boys in town (mini cabs).  One had to put a penny in the phone box slot A, telephone and give them a booking. What turned up was a strange little car, more like a tin box with small wheels.  Oh well, at sixpence a mile fare it was worth a go.  You had to sort of get down into this car.  Once in, you look for a large dash board, but no, only a Speedo and parcel shelf to look at.  The windows slide to open and the door opened by pulling a wire.  The driver pressed a button on the floor, to start the engine.  It was a bumpy ride, but we made it briskly to my destination.  I paid my fare, and scrambled out, thinking these will never catch on.  How wrong can you be.  HAPPY 50th BIRTHDAY MINI.

Reg

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