It’s 8am in Abbey Road, North London, and the street is already crammed with tourists striding across the UK’s most famous zebra crossing. The whitewashed walls outside of Abbey Road Studios are covered in graffiti having been repainted just a month or so beforehand, and there’s a general buzz of excitement as a sleek, new Polestar 3 mysteriously pulls through the hallowed gates and parks up right in front of the famous entrance.
Imagine the disappointment on the faces of the crowd as the Polestar’s door swings open and I step out. Not Sir Paul McCartney, either of the Gallagher brothers or even Stormzy – all have stepped through those grand wooden doors over the years. Nope, this time it was little old me living the dream at one of the most iconic music venues in the world.
