NCE UPON A TIME I GOT A JOB AT EVO. THERE was a Fiat Seicento Sporting waiting for me in the car park that first morning. Organised by, I guessed, one of the co-editors, John Barker or Richard Meaden. At the time everything was so exciting that I didn’t realise the significance of this little red car. John or Dickie had something. As I was soon to discover, survived and flourished on some sort of strange, inexplicable energy and sheer force of will. Organisation was for others. Ours was to be
JETHRO BOVINGDON
Apr 17, 2024
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