LOOKING DOWN MY STREET IS A STRANGELY monochrome experience. There’s a grey car, a black car, a white car, a grey car, another grey car, another white car and on it goes until you get to our house with my wife’s car outside, which is white. But don’t worry, next week she’s getting her new car. Which is grey. I was going to say that, as a nation, we’re not very imaginative when it comes to choosing car colours. Not like we were in the 1970s, when every British car showroom exploded with a range of eye-strangling greens, browns and yellows, as if car makers drew their colour palettes from what comes out of the various holes in a baby.
But have people really lost their bravery and imagination? Or…
