Plaza, Stockland Green 1970. I once when to the assistance of a maiden in distress in the cinema carpark, her car died and she just managed to pull in to the carpark, she gave me a strange look when I told her to open the boot, I'd got a good idea what the problem was as I'd got the same car (Austin 1300) and had recently read a magazine describing a common fault: a sticking fuel pump, which was located in the boot.
It took me seconds to fix and she went on her way with a look of total wonderment - did I tell her what I had done? No, I imagined her getting to work and recounting the event to all her friends:
He cured the fault in seconds, the only explanation: There must have been a laying on of hands by a hollyman.
Peg.
P.S. The Plaza was a cute little cinema, long closed, of course, last I heard it had become a supermarket.
P.P.S. I had a Plan B if I couldn't get her car started - she faced the sack if late again so providing it wasn't too far I would have offered her a lift to work - thing is, it would have took a bit of explaining to the future Mrs Peg Monkey who I was dating at the time.