Oct 02 2012
Bluebirds.
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Some twenty five years ago I was driven to school every morning by Simon’s Mum in a entirely unremarkable Nissan Bluebird very much like this one.
After a couple of years she got a new one which, apart from being red and having the dubious distinction of being built in Sunderland, was just as unremarkable.
Unless you’re a Fratelli.
My evidence:
Now Vince was a loner, a loveable stoner a ha
He lived in a Bluebird, spelled his name backward a ha
What’s this I once heard, you drive a Bluebird
Ya got no money for the petrol, that’s what I heard
And in one of my favourite tracks, the poor Nissan got stolen and pranged:
And all the girls were weeping when we said
That their Bluebird days were dead
– Dirty Barry Stole The Bluebird
So why the fascination? Did ever a Toyota Corolla or Honda Accord inspire such affection? I suspect not.
Perhaps what Dirty Barry really needed was one of these.
