right! Not that I would ever admit that, mind!
I chose some lights, like you do.
When they arrived, after the initial Christmas morning excitement, I thought, these are not quite right, lovely in their bakelite loveliness, but not the sharp, cutting edge look I was aiming for. Sixties Bulgarian bakelite, I ask you? What is there not to like? Plenty really, truth be told... seedy gin palace is not the look I was actually after! Nor yet refined. I ought to say... a middle road between off the wall and chintzy old dear middle England refinement. Is it any wonder I’m confused of Hythe? I ask you?
Back to the drawing board... I did say the hardest part of this caper is the flaming lights...