Hello again Dorothy Amazing isn't it how so many of us did similar things. When I aspired to a scooter the trams were all gone and mine never got across the Channel. I do, however, remember eating at Schmidts which I seem to recall was very good value for the West End. I had a friend that worked in one of the film companies in Wardour Street so Soho is not unfamiliar territory for me ... although I never had the dubious pleasure of doing business with the ladies! I have ordered a copy of 'Not All Tarts are Apple' which sounds as though it might be a good read. Back to the topic of London Fogs. I remember one evening making my way with two friends from the Golders Green Hippodrome or one of the two cinemas there towards Cricklewood via that rather nice residential area that lies roughly between Clitterhouse Park and Golders Green. The fog that night was as thick as I ever remember it and with handkerchiefs tied cowboy style over our faces we practically felt our way across the Hendon Way and into Pennine Drive, one of the bigger roads running through to Claremont Road where Ron would leave us for his home nearby and we would turn left to Cricklewood. Well that was the plan! Reaching a side road which we had to cross we launched off the kerb into the yellow vapour. Now we were about 21 years old and had not touched a drop of anything yet we succeeded in crossing not the little side road but the much larger Pennine Drive and proceeding on the opposite side of the road AND in the opposite direction, finding ourselves some few minutes later approaching Hendon Way once more! This served to re-orientate us and we started off once more down Pennine Drive when we almost collided with two girls who were hopelessly lost. They were au pairs or something similar and lived very near to Golders Green. So ... you have guessed it ... we retraced our steps almost all the way back to where we started and saw the young ladies safely home. Then we set out once more into the pea-souper. This time we managed to keep going in the right direction and eventually reached home without further incident. If that were to happen today do you think two girls would entrust themselves to three young men wearing handkerchiefs over their faces? And would the young men help them? In days when cheating at almost every sport has become the norm and every spontaneous gesture is stifled for fear of the consequences I doubt it. Sad isn't it? Len