Now that you mention it, it does sound a bit odd, doesn’t it? All that had happened is that I was working in the West End at the time, and I was saving money by cycling in all the way from Battersea (well, Clapham Junction actually). Navigating your way round Hyde Park Corner was fun, ‘cos they didn’t have traffic lights there in them days. Or crash helmets for cyclists, either, come to think of it.