115 thoughts on “ALL OUR YESTERDAYS”

    1. DonDon, only XL? If it’s not a generous 3XL or a 4XL it would be no bloody use to me.

      I did try getting a corsety thing once to try to hold in my damaged abdominal musculature (I do have a six-pack, but it’s inside a cooler), but it only went about half-way round my sides. Blasted Chinese sizes!

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  1. Pic 1 is a bit of a cheat insofar as it’s a very recent ‘yesterday’, the plane being a modern (2000s) build of a WACO – YMF: still, it’s a lovely bird.
    Pic 5 – A crystal radio set? – my mum told me about them.
    Pic 9 – the old ITV programme, “Take Your Pick”, with (centre) your ‘quiz inquisitor’ Michael Miles. I think the guy on his right was the wee fella who banged the gong in the Yes/No Interlude. Jeez, the things you watched on telly when you were a wean!
    Pic 18 – The Swinging Blue Jeans – big hit, “The Hippy Hippy Shake”.
    Pic 19 – HRD Vincent Black Shadow 1950s, 1,000cc of sheer power.
    Pic 20 – William Ewart Gladstone, British P.M. who had a personal mission “of rescuing and rehabilitating London prostitutes.” – as you would, of course. “Are you a fallen woman? Can I pick you up?”

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    1. My mum talked about the arduous task of winding the wire round a rolling pin for her father. I think as a precursor to winding it round another rod. No idea why.
      Would have to be late 1910s early 1920s. Grandpa died in late 1920s.

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    2. I made a crystal radio when I was a kid. On my first attempt I attached the antenna to my radiator. It worked ok but I wanted better reception so I ended up climbing up a tree to attach copper wire threaded through the side of my bedroom window. It was probably still there when we moved house. Tiger Tim Stevens was clear as a bell from then on.

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  2. I note that re Pic 2 – the Mascu-Slim – extra pouches could be had for $2.49 each. That must have been very convenient for the guys who had more than one…oh, never mind.

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      1. You reminded me of my father-in-laws little ditty as he was from a certain town in Wiltshire. The most gentlemany englishman I ever met, a very honourable man, sadly died 8 weeks ago at the ripe old age of 103. Did his bit in the Navy and helped sink the Scharnhorst at North Cape.

        There was a young man from Devizes
        Who had balls of two different sizes
        One was so small,
        It was no use at all,
        The other so big it won prizes

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  3. No 9 Michael Miles – can’t remember the name of the show but it rested on contestants winning, via 3 simple questions, a key to a box which might contain a valuable prize or might contain a booby prize – which Michael Miles then “bid” for, giving the contestant the choice of “take the money” or “open the box”, with the audience joining in as I recall. Miles was slightly less oleaginous than his contemporary Hughie Green but not a lot in it. (Isn’t it wonderful how that adjective has made a comeback since Gove became prominent in UK politics ? Andrew Bowie competing in same league.)

    11. Jaguar XK 120 ? 14. Rover 3.5 litre.

    18 Herman (aka Peter Noone ?) and the Hermits (or were they Herman’s Hermits ? ), quite liked some of their songs, notably Sunshine Girl c 1967/8. Saw them once in a moronic American college musical in which Herman introduced himself and his group as “sort of exchange students”, in the lamest piece of dialogue I can remember. (All that depends on whether I have the group right !)

    (Btw, have found the LP with a young Charles Hawtrey appearing with Richard Tauber – will find a way of transmitting a picture.)

    It’s the only thing to look forward to, the past (from Whatever Happened to the Likely Lads theme song.)

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    1. Pic 11 Bristol 401 from the early fifties. Pic 14 Rover P5B with Rostyle wheels and 3.5 litre V8 Buick-derived engine. Pic 19 – is that big headlight for going out on a Starry Starry Night? Do I get the prize for spotting the non-original Amal Concentric carb? – thought not… Pic 9 Alec Dane on the left, star of the percussion section. Taught John Bonham all he knew…

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    2. Take your pick

      No. 1
      Not sure it is a Jag? Was their not an Alvis or another long forgotten mark which Jag lookalike?


      1. Presume you mean pic 11, BLP. It’s definitely a Bristol 401. Early models like this one were based closely on BMW designs – both chassis and engines – and even used their version of the twin kidney-shaped grills seen on all BMWs up to the present. Alvis cars were stately squared-off designs and nothing like this – styled by Touring of Milan.

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        1. Yes, morego, I wondered about the BMW-style grills, but I somehow knew it wasn’t a BMW.
          Never heard of a Bristol car, though. Always associated that name with aircraft.

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          1. Bristol also made buses. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery – rather than developing its own car models it acquired the designs through the British government War Reparations Board, a body tasked with examining any industrial designs in occupied Germany which could be used – copied – by British companies. This is how BSA got the plans for the DKW DT 125, which they built in mirror-image (to have right-foot gearchange) and Whitworth thread form, as the Bantam. Harley Davidson, MZ and others did the same. It also formed the basis for Yamaha’s first motorcycle, so it was an outstanding design.

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    3. Looks like I was wrong abt the group – and had forgotten abt the “Yes/No interlude.
      Once worked for a few days in Stirlingshire village so could say I followed in Gladstone’s footsteps by working with Fallin women. According to 1066 and All That, every time Gladstone got close to solving the Irish Question, the Irish secretly changed the question (an obvious influence on the UK government’s various ploys vis-a-vis Indyref 2).

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      1. And then there was the Schleswig-Holstein Question.

        Which prompted Palmerston’s famous quote:

        “The Schleswig-Holstein question is so complicated, only three men in Europe have ever understood it. One was Prince Albert, who is dead. The second was a German professor who became mad. I am the third and I have forgotten all about it.”

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        1. The Schleswig-Holstein Question is, of course, also the answer to the question of why Hamburg has two main railway stations.

          No need to thank me, DonDon; I am sure most Munguinites are already aware of that fact, but just in case some aren’t…

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  4. #3 An open air swimming pool and a ferry? Could it be Gourock?

    #12 Some of the Eastenders cast. I don’t have a TV so never seen a full episode. But I lived in the East End for 10 years (in Albert Road!). Everyone knew that Barbara Windsor’s husband, Ronnie Knight, was into something heavy. Sure enough he eventually was up in the Old Bailey on a murder charge. He got off.

    #13 1950’s chic. My niece has two coffee tables from IKEA in that style.

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    1. You’re right about Pic 3, Dave. I thought it was Gourock too because of the ferry then changed my mind because the background hills didn’t look right – they were right, I was wrong 🙂 It looks like maybe the 1950s. The pool was completely renovated and modernised in recent times but it’s still open-air – very bracing, I imagine.

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      1. The ferry in the background is one of the “ABC’s” heading towards Gourock from Dunoon and she appears to still have her cargo gear aft which dates the picture between 1954 and 1957.

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  5. In No.4 the bus has an old Glasgow registration but I can’t see enough of the street to identify it, and I can’t remember where these buses left from, although not either the old Buchanan St Bus Station nor Killermont St. Wild guess at No. 17. The singer Joan Regan?

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      1. 4 – Bus is a Leyland Tiger Cub – it says so on the badge so must be true 😉- with Alexander coach body.
        Pictured while being operated by Lowland Motorways of Glasgow; it was new in 1954 and passed to Scottish Omnibuses in 1958 along with the rest of the Lowland business.
        Location could be anywhwere as it seems to be on touring duties but the Lowland base was in Shettleston.
        I’ve just realised this must be the same ‘Lowland’ as the AEC Regal featured a few weeks back.
        8 – Bydand bus ( again) so whatever I said – 3 weeks ago? – still applies.

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          1. Dear Mr. Munguin,
            I’m writing on behalf of Roddy, he’s awfy sorry he couldnae make it last week.
            He was summoned to the Isle of Man by a fellow anorak-ess (I’m afraid discretion requires I can only identify her as ‘MA’ but apparently a singer of some description but with a similar, little known, omnibus addiction).
            Anyway, I’m afraid that nowadays Roddy’s not the anorak he used to be and after a hard weekend of anoraking (well, that’s what he calls it) he needs to lie down for a few days to recover.
            I’m sure he’ll be up and about again soon. Please don’t tell Beauregard, he can get a bit jealous.
            I hope you’re keeping well.
            Roddy’s Mum.

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            1. Ah well, Roddy’s Mum, I explained that to Munguin and he says not to let it happen again.

              When he finds busses for Roddy, he expects them to be commented upon.

              I hope he soon recovers from a tri[p to the IoM. I’m sure all that travel is, indeed, exhausting.


    1. There was a bus station in Waterloo St, too, pretty close to the side entrance of Central Station. However, where the bus is parked is NOT Waterloo St.

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      1. Another thought. There was for a short period in the late 60s/early 70s a bus station in Anderston, a little east of what used to be Anderston Cross. The street could well be in that part of Anderston.

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  6. 9 – left to right, Alec Dane, Michael Miles and Jane Murray. Alec Dane who was the man with the gong in the Yes/No interlude was Michael Miles’ Managing Director of the TV show. The announcer was Bob Davers-Walker. Take your Pick started life on Radio Luxembourg in 1952 and transferred to TV when Associated Rediffusion started in 1955, the first ITV franchise.


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  7. The crystal radio reminds me of a little known but gripping incident in the life of Moira Anderson when she worked undercover for MI6. Moiras’s patriotic spirit was well known to the authorities as were her frequent concert tours behind the Iron Curtain. Let’s not forget that she was headline act at the Srem Festival in the 1970s. In 1978 Moira was to take part in a tour of Czechoslovakia singing at a variety of venues with the top popsters of the day. A week before her departure for Prague, Major Hillary Twycross of Military Intelligence asked Moira to take part in an audacious plan to meet KGB double agent Maria Andrasonska who had important information about the Soviet submarine fleet based in Murmansk. Moira hesitated not one moment. “If Her Majesty requires my service, I’ll not be found wanting,” declared Moira with British Bulldog vigour. Moira was provided with a crystal radio to make contact with Agent Andrasonska upon reaching Prague. During a concert at Prague’s imposing National Theatre at which Moira was to perform the first and last numbers, she was to sneak away from her state security minders and contact Andrasonska by radio. The concert opened with Moira singing “Oh whistle and I’ll come take ye, my lad” which brought the house down. As Moira’s thrash metal backup group Rat Shit prepared to entertain the audience, she sneaked off to her dressing room, locked the door, got the radio ready and contacted the agent. “Kailyard calling Mata Hari. Kailyard calling Mata Hari. Come in.” Contact was made. Andrasonska passed on the message but needed to meet in person as she had a lovely box of Bohemian shortbread for Moira to deliver to Major Twycross. Moira was reluctant. “I come theatre 21 hundred hour. I sit seat 23A,” said the agent. Moira had to agree, packed up the radio, and prepared for the long wait till 9pm.
    Then it struck her! She was to be on stage at 9pm – singing “The road and the miles to Dundee” with Ozzy Osbourne. What a stushie!
    9pm came. Sheer professionalism took over and Moira joined Ozzy on stage. She looked down at row 23, seat A and gasped as she saw a woman who looked not unlike Harold Wilson being dragged away by the secret police leaving a trail of shortbread crumbs all the way to the waiting police van.
    After a rousing performance and 2 encores, Moira’s impressario joined her with a bouquet of roses, “Darling, you were wonderful.” He then revealed a strange change of plan. Moira was to leave Prague immediately and be flown out to West Germany in a small plane belonging to Princess Alexandra. Very hush hush.
    Moira landed safely in the Free World and was whisked off to NATO HQ outside Munich, where she passed on the details of the submarine fleet. Sadly, the Czech authorities executed Andrasonska. And Major Twycross never got his shortbread.

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    1. Wow… what an interesting and varied life our Moira had. Beauregard. And how well you have documented it.

      It must have been a concert to behold. Moira and Ozzy should have done a duet though.

      Poor poor Major Twycross.

      Should he pass by Munguin Towers, I’m sure Munguin will be pleased to present him with some of his own shortbread to make up for his disappointment.

      Arrangements can be made with Munguin’s Under Secretary for Appointments, who by a strange co-incidence happens to be me.


      1. Sadly, Major Twycross departed this world during that horrendously botched attempt at kidnapping Earl Spencer’s nanny. You’ll be familiar with the opera written about the fiasco by Sidney Devine.

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          1. It’s the modern equivalent of Wagner’s Ring Cycle. That’s Wagner, the Brazilian competitor on the X Factor and his song about a Deliveroo cyclist who used to ring HQ for the next order.

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      2. “Moira and Ozzy should have done a duet though”

        That thought brought back long-forgotten memories of Moira’s infamous early recording collaboration with Ozzie – “The Skye Boat Song / Black Sabbath ft. Moira Anderson”.

        The select few privileged enough (?) to encounter this epoch-defining recording consider it to be a classic of the genre – albeit nobody could ever quite decide which genre. A ground-breaking synthesis of Heavy Metal and Kailyard Kitsch it was predicted that ‘Teuchter Metal’ – pre-dating Punk by several months – was going to take the world by storm.

        Sadly of course, as some of you may know, with thousands of discs pressed and about to be released on an unsuspecting nation, the government stepped in and banned it, concerned about the potential for corrupting the minds of innocent Scottish youth. Not only that, an injunction was issued requiring all copies to be pulped.

        So Moira’s dream of metal stardom was extinguished at birth and the course of music history changed. A few months later, instead of Teuchter Metal, the Sex Pistols were unleashed on an unsuspecting nation and the World was treated to punk instead. Moira’s loss was the Sex Pistols gain.
        (however as I hear that Tris considers his Pistol’s copy of ‘God save the Queen’ to be one of his most treasured recordings, at least some good came out of the saga).

        As a footnote however, despite the injunction requiring all copies to be pulped, to this day rumours persist that a handful of copies were smuggled out of the building and managed to escape. Should any of Munguin’s readers be fortunate enough to come across one of these precious items there are collectors out there who would be willing to pay a small fortune……!

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        1. I shall surely search the attics and cellars of the Towers, for I feel sure that Munguin must have secreted a copy somewhere…

          Oh and I never fail to stand to attention when I hear the Sex Pistols’ version of GSTQ.

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        2. Valuable insights to a golden age of musical innovation in which our Moira (oor Moira wir dearie) played a pivotal role. Without Moira (who acted as Sid Vicious’s talent scout – and unwitting pimpette) there would have been no punk music revolution. But for one very important fact. Moira – steeped in red, white and blue British patriotism and a Caledonian cultural titan (or ‘cult tit’ as Mary Marquis once quipped) loathed the Sex Pistols’ traitorous version of God Save The Queen. Moira had contracted to sing the lead vocals along with Johnny Rotten, believing the chaps were to be releasing a patriotic rendition of the Free World’s anthem. Alas, when Moira’s maiden ears were exposed to the hatred and filth of the Sex Pistols’ version she thought “there’s no OBE for me in that wee number” and declined the offer.
          It has been said that when Sid Vicious walked on the wild side in the Chelsea Hotel on Manhattan’s 23rd Street, that Moira was crazed on a cocktail of crack cocaine, crystal meth and vodka. I am permitted to reveal that Moira was thousands of miles away visiting Helen MacArthur at her lovely home in Ardentinny and was getting ready to watch “Carve her Name with Pride” with a funsize box of Turkish Delight and a piece of clootie dumpling.

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    2. What a tragic tale, Beauregard! One might have thought that Major Twycross’s equivalent of Miss Moneypenny could have nipped out and brought back at least a Highland shortie for the Major out of the petty cash, but that’s the British Government for you.

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      1. Not to mentioning sending a packet of Walker’s petticoat tails to the family of poor executed Maria Andrasonska ‘s grieving family. The heartlessness would have brought tears to Moira’s glass eye. But that’s another story…

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          1. If permitted I shall. I need only mention Doris Day, clotted cream and a microfilm containing the truth about David Niven’s sunglasses to whet the appetite of a thrill-seeking readership.

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        1. Your comment has certainly given me food for thought, Beauregard, and I shall definitely include a packet of petticoat tails in my next Asda order in remembrance of the heroic Maria Andrasonska. There usually seems to be a fair bit of remembrancing going the rounds at this time of year, I’ve found, and what with the nights drawing in and becoming ever more long drawn out, a cup of tea and a petticoat tail can provide a much-needed sugar lift to the spirits.

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          1. My heart breaks when I think of our failure to get Shortbread Day recognised on a similar basis to Poppy Day. Our John Bull Nation could have stuck a petticoat tail into our lapels and had a good nibble when hunger struck instead of ramming a tatty piece of pink opium plant on our jacket which is good for nothing.
            I am proud to remind readers than Moira always inserted a poppy shaped slice of shortbread into her Memorial Gap every November.

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    3. Always the professional Moira. I remember supporting her with my band “Bela Lugosi’s Gonads” when disaster struck – we had run out of bats! Quick as a wink, she stapled batwings made from Andy Stewart’s Balmoral Jacket onto one of the audiences pet rats – it was an amazing success!
      I’m afraid Andy was a bit miffed when he came to though. He always wore Tweed after that.

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      1. I remember Moira telling me about that incident when she and I and the White Heather Club dancers were letting our hair down at a hashish den in Marrakech after a weekend of unbridled debauchery. Her favourite song by Béla Lugosi’s Gonads was that early version of Slap My Bitch Up. She was hoping to record it with the Alexander Brothers but the Him. Angus Ogilvie felt it might damage her image.

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        1. Thank you, Beauregard, for solving a mystery. Having lived in Srem for close on five years, I have always wondered why some of the older villagers have such an affinity with Scottish music. Whenever he Caledonian members of the Kalinka Krew Kollektiva burst into song, usually with the aid of generous measures of Cherena Ofta (or Black Ram as it’s labelled in our common country of origin), there’s always someone who knows the tune and joins in. I’d put that down to some kind of shared Celtic ancestry, but your amazing revelations about Moira have put me right, and explain the garbled stories I hear from the ‘babas’ (auld yins) about a singer from Shotlandia who won their hearts here at the Srem Festival in 1975.

          We have an accomplished accordionist called Illya, and every time Cursty (from Golspie) gets going with jigs and reels on her fiddle he joins in unhesitatingly. How on earth could an elderly Bulgarian know The Mason’s Apron or The Hen’s March tae the Midden? Of course! Moira had Jimmy Shand with her as well as the Bat Shits – and it’s Jimmy’s music that’s stayed in village memories.

          Between my limited Bulgarski and Elia’s even more limited English, he managed to tell me that Moira and Jimmy had even dedicated a Scottish tune to him because of his name. I asked him to play it and out came the Mingulay Boat Song. After a moment’s puzzlement, the penny dropped – along with the words. “Elia ho boys, let her go boys…”

          With St Andrews Nicht looming, and a ceilidh planned at oor wee bit but and ben, Elia and his accordion will be prominent in the musical entertainment, along with Cursty’s lead fiddle and my guitar backing. For us relative youngsters, Moira is a distant memory from TV shows of our 1960s schooldays. For Illya and his generation of Sremites, her performance here is an unforgettable experience that has left a lasting legacy of pleasure – and a shared national affinity. Thanks to you, Beauregard, and Moira of course, I now begin to understand why we’ve always felt so welcome in Srem and why big smiles and embraces are the response to my correction, “Angleski neh – az zam Shotlandski!”

          Even the Resident Sassenach now acquiesces, realising that protestations of Angleski origin just mean a downgrade in the immigrant pecking order.

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          1. Episodes to warm the heart of any proud Scot. But… I fear I must burst the bubble of our Scotch adoration of Moira and her effect on B’lgarian culture.
            Moira never set foot in Bulgarian, not in Dobruja, not in Rumelia, not in the lands of Sofia. There. I’ve revealed a major international secret. Moira sent Lex MacLean in drag in her place.
            Few Bulgarians realise that when they are playing their favourite Moira Anderson songs, they are actually listening to the gruff tones of Lex MacLean transformed into a travesty of male to female impersonation.

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            1. Malicious individuals spread the rumour that Lorraine Kelly was the impersonator of Moira. Nonsensical malice! I am permitted to announce that Moira and Lex MacLean enjoyed a symbiotic professional relationship. In Bulgaria Lex performed as Moira. In Eritrea, Moira performed as Lex. But that’s a whole other story.

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              1. Beauregard, you are an asset and an ornament to Munguin’s New Republic, if I may make so bold as to voice an opinion. I have swiftly come to treasure your peeks under the covers, as ’twere, of the renowned Scottish nightingale’s life and times.

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  8. Number 7: Where are you getting these pictures of unknown cars? TYBOMIK (To the best of my immediate knowledge) your last unknown car is still unidentified.

    It causes me chagrin that 2980 brains can’t come up with an answer.

    I only read this blog so’s I can be impressed with the intelligence, wit and wisdom of tris and his fans.

    You are all letting me down!

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    1. Douglas, re Pic 7 – I can’t tell you the make or name of the car but I think I can confidently say it was German. The reg. plate looks German and in the background there are adverts for Salamander-Schuhe, a Berlin shoemaker of longstanding. The tram partially seen in the background carries the bear symbol of Berlin. The car is almost certainly a special or one-off . It has a distinctly “home-made” look to it. It also looks to be mid- or rear-engined. To sum up, I’d say – German, Berlin, one-off special and I’d guess 1920s.

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      1. Hi, andimac.

        Confirmation, but no further details, I’m afraid.

        Google says this:

        “German home-built streamline car (1922)”

        In modern times, the Berlin reg. is B, of course.

        IA might date back to the GDR, but I’m just guessing.

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        1. Hm. IA. My peerless googling skills tell me that IA was used by the Berlin police between 1906 and 1945 – here’s a link to the German Wikipedia page that says so: https://is.gd/TgKbDH.

          The image, now… I found this: https://html2-f.scribdassets.com/9tbkvmhfi81tvc2t/images/1-6bbb7fcf37.jpg

          A suggestion for the numberplate / Berlin Police conundrum: as a handmade, one-off (we imagine) vehicle, it might have been problematic to get it registered at all. So maybe, just maybe, the Berlin police had the responsibility of approving one-off vehicles like that for on-road use, and issued a numberplate for the series allocated to them.

          I recall that when working in Austria I had to register my Belgian-bought VW, after an inspection which determined that I needed to add a sensor for my brake-fluid level, I had to wait for a numberplate to be allocated to me because the international agency I was working for had used up all the numbers allocated to it.

          Other countries in Europe do not use our system for issuing numberplates, as I’m sure most Munguinites already know: they’re official documents, and you have to get them reissued every year. For example, if you have a trailer of some kind, you don’t give it the same numberplate as the car towing it – it needs its own special numberplate.

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          1. If you’re not employed in government service, you should be. Preferably in the Scottish Defence Intelligence Corps.
            John Le Carter’s Karla is an amateur compared to you!!


        2. I think even in GDR times the registration code for Berlin was B, both east and west. Suited both sides to pretend it was all one city. Not sure about this, but I think so.

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    2. That reminds me, Douglas. An obscure car (vehicle) I sent to Tris and appeared last week drew neither comment nor identification. Did it I stun Munguinites into silence? Surely not, but it’s unusual for an automobile to pass unremarked, especially one that should be s0 unfamiliar (unless I missed it while IT indisposed). Too late now to ask for a recap?

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