For no reason at all this morning I remembered that the late Malcolm Hardee, in his not altogether mis-spent youth, used to steal cars and go for joyrides around London. He would then return the (mostly) undamaged cars to the street from which he had stolen them… but he intentionally parked them in a different spot, locked and apparently untouched.
There must be a whole generation of South East Londoners, with damaged psyches and a lurking belief in the supernatural, still wondering how their cars mysteriously moved a few yards or a few hundred yards from where they were parked.
