I remember the 60s

The early 60s have stopped taunting me and have come out to play. The elusive 60 was playing with me at lunchtime at around 1240, heading south outside Waterstones. I'd just purchased my lunchtime sandwich and was walking back to work to eat it. Then, at 1912 in the evening on the way to Fibbers, 61 drove past me on Lendal Bridge. Annoyingly it was about 30 seconds after a 62 had gone past on the same road. It's a shame that time was running in it's usual direction.