I was a spectator at my first school prom last week.
Wow, the sparkle, the glitz, the glamour but, most of all, the vehicles.
Prom-goers were arriving in vintage buses, on Harley Davidsons, on a gun (yes, seriously, a gun) and a variety of marvellous-looking cars.
Thing is though, the queue to be seen getting out of, or descending from on top of, each fancy vehicle was so extraordinary long, I should think a goodly portion of the evening was lost while they waited in line to make their entrance.
If it was me, I’d like to think that I’d scooter in (as I can’t rollerskate) or even penny board (how hard can it be?).
Fancy cars are all very well.
But, let’s face it, traffic jams are not.