A random act of kindness has been the hallmark of my life for as long as I can recall. Like the random act of kindness when I was six years old, and Miss Ivy plucked me from the streets of Kingston, fed me, clothed me then sent me to school for nearly two years because I looked like her only son who had died in a road accident.
When I started a two-week placement at TfL in Victoria, I knew at best what most people know about Transport for London. TfL runs the tube and bus services in our capital. TfL hires thousands of bus drivers, London Underground staff and a network of engineers and other employees. What more was there to it? Weren’t they now part of our new Mayor’s empire at Greater London Authority?
I was out for lunch with a friend the other day when I spotted this cardigan in the window of a small retro clothes store in Brixton. It looked just like original art to me and could have been costume from a blaxploitation film. There was this big rounded 1970s collar with dark brown calf-pelt panels stitched down the front. I liked it immediately. Walked into the shop, pulled it off the mannequin, and tried it on. It looked pretty good to me in the mirror. So, I turned to my friend, and I asked, what do you think?