my brother and i were sitting in a cafe in leicestershire the other week when he suddenly exclaimed 'oh, wow'.  i looked and had the same response.

i'd totally forgotten about Kirby and West milk floats and their yellow and blue livery.  it was suddenly like being old and young at the same time, with memories of chinking bottles and the fun on snowy days when these light weight electric vehicles couldn't get up a nearby hilly street.

makes you wonder what else we've forgotten.  i think the fear of forgetting is part of my obsessive archival of the mundane