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I was just 17, fairly irresponsible in the way only 17 year olds can be and had not long passed my driving test. Gunning around in my dad's old Hillman Avenger (it was a Deluxe and so wonderfully 70s with its vinyl roof, that it wasn’t difficult to believe I was in an episode of The Sweeney whenever I drove it) I screeched around a corner to be met by four startled looking people standing in the road, two guys and two girls. The guys jumped forward, the girls jumped back and I ploughed on through the middle. I did a double take and checked my rear-view mirror to see a quite irate Ringo Starr and Barbara Bach together with another couple returning my stare. 'Wonder if I should stop and ask for their autographs...', I thought. ‘What would Jack Regan do?’
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