Allow me a moment of nostalgia. Allthistalk of balcony-parking for German penthouse owners in love with their cars reminds me of a recent meeting in which I mentioned Vegas... a late-70s or perhaps early-80s American detective drama that was - let's say - a defining influence on the young Ben's image of what it means to be a man. Nobody else had heard of it. Come off it, I said... Dan Tanna? Vegas? I hummed the music. Still, no takers. So, naturally, I moved onto the property, and in this instance it's significant because it's the best example of open-plan living I've ever seen. Dan's lounge wasn't even separate from his garage. He had a drive-in lounge. So - inspired by the German Topos story - I've just hit Youtube, and I'm pleased to discover that I hadn't imagined the whole Vegas phenomenon. It did exist. Enjoy. And dig that lounge.
