In the summer of 1982, Martin O’Brien and I tried to make some money with a door-to-door car-cleaning business. We won one unfortunate customer, a woman who lived in a leafy Kingston street.
I still don’t know what we put in the water but we managed to remove all of the shine and much of the color from her maroon Volvo. Martin brought her out to take a look and get paid, while my job was to keep hosing it to make it look like it was still shiny.
This was playing on the radio as we sweated it out.