I'm 61 and have never had this kind of thing foisted on me where I live before, not in Wales, Scotland, Sussex, Durham or Yorkshire or in the last ten years in London. It's not as if I chose to live in Notting Hill. A passing parade on the day of a fete is the closest it's got to before. Parties in general are not my thing, so the idea of a street party is my idea of hell. I know this isn't a street party, but I dread the day some bright spark suggests one and hope they will give enough notice for me to arrange to be well out of earshot!