Going back a few years ago, when I was still driving wagons, I got a phone call from the boss, asking me to go into London and change trailers with another driver. He was trying to deliver an electrical switch box to an address in London, and he had run out of time.
The Admiralty had sold some property on the edge of Hyde Park, and the developers were building four palatial apartment buildings.
Every time I approached the entrance to the building site, the foreman would wave me past, asking me to go round the block again. This involved exiting Hyde Park, coming back along Knightsbridge to Hyde Park Corner and then back into the Park again.
Eventually, I phoned the office and told my boss that I too was running out of time, and that there was no way that I could park up in the City and I didn’t have enough time to drive out.
After some frantic phone calls, it was arranged that I would drive around the block one more time, and then I would be allowed into the building site.
As promised, I was backed in, told to park under the crane, and sign off for the day.
I was then shown the shower block, taken for a slap up meal in a local pub, and allowed back in my cab for what I thought was going to be a well deserved sleep.
Little did I know that the Rolling Stones were performing a concert in Hyde Park that night and I got to hear the whole show.
I wanted to hold on to my tachograph disc for that night, but of course I wasn’t allowed. It’s not every day that you can say that you parked up at Number One Hyde Park.