21 SEPTEMBER 1956, Page 14

MECHANISED BRIGADE SIR,—At about seven in the evening I hap-

pened to be walking down the middle of a quiet street near Savile Row when a flashy roadster drew up quietly at my elbow and a fully professional lady at the wheel (no amateur, this) started the time-worn 'Hello, dearie,' etc. etc. . . . The car was brand new and, I imagine, a business expense; economi- cally, it would permit a flat in a cheaper part of London and make for quicker turnover. But whatever next? Helicopters and grab-nets for literal pick-ups, with innocent male pedestrians diving for cover? — Yours