  The second and third Green Goddesses I've seen on London's streets just wheezed past my window. The sirens on these things have a quaint olde-worlde charm - presumably its the lack of ugly, get-the-fsck-out-of-my-way-little-people subliminals that does it. Sarah saw the first one at Old Street roundabout last evening. She said the kid behind the wheel looked absolutely terrified ... 
