Stoke Newington, North London. I lived the from 64 to 84. It looks much the same now apart from parking restrictions everywhere. I got away with murder when I think back. Angle-grinder going full-pelt for hours, arc welding, numerous paint jobs. And then the wheel-spins to check the engine's running ok.

Once I bought a scrap Cortina 1600E, took off all the bits I needed and cut up the shell into chunks small enough to chuck into any skip I happened to be passing. Couldn't see I was doing anything wrong at the time, neighbours must have loved me.